Chris

24/TPA

[hauntedbythenarrative]

I Will Tell this Story to the Sun Until You Remember that You are the Sun, Erin Slaughter//Snow and Dirty Rain, Richard Siken

[flowerytale]

Virginia Woolf, from The Waves

[lunamonchtuna]

— Izumi Shikibu, from The Ink Dark Moon Love Poems

[metamorphesque]

79 degree probably of loss, Jéanpaul Ferro

[tamsoj]

Charles Bukowski, "the miracle is the shortest time," from War All The Time: Poems, 1981-1984

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Richey Edwards

[asfdhgsdkjhgb]

shout out to all the people who identify with gifted kid burnout syndrome who are probably just neurodivergent but werent diagnosed as a child, who used to devour books like it was nothing and never really understood why the protagonist would leave their cool fantasy world behind to go back home at the end of the story, and who are now extremely disappointed in reality and use escapism as their primary coping mechanism. how’s that bisexuality and deep-rooted anger at the school system going for you?

[lori-0207]

Lost in my loneliness

[vampireapologist-archive-deacti]

ppl are so annoying “you can’t paint ur bedroom pink you’re an adult” i did not spend my entire life waiting to grow up and control my life to paint my bedroom beige

[hojolove]

I had a sales woman in furniture store try and tell me not to buy a hot bubblegum pink loveseat because she wanted me to “think about the future”

Bitch, I am thinking about the future. I already got a hot bubblegum pink couch at home and now I need a loveseat to go with it.

[madgastronomer]

when I first bought my house, I announced my decision to paint my bedroom purple. I had wanted a purple bedroom for thirty damn years, you fucking bet I was gonna have one now. My friends decided, for some reason, that I meant what one of them referred to as “14 year old girl purple” (through what’s wrong with the colors a 14 year old girl chooses, I don’t know, even if they’re not what I want as an adult). They didn’t believe me until they saw the color on the actual wall, even thought they helped me pick out paints. My mother, meanwhile, decided to get worried that if I painted my bedroom a “dark purple”, it would be “depressing”. As if, with an entire house to live in, I would spend all my time in the bedroom, which I wanted to be dark because I would be sleeping in there. In the damn dark.

I had like one, maybe two friends who were all like FUCK YEAH YOU PAINT IT WHATEVER COLOR YOU WANT, PURPLE BEDROOMS ARE AWESOME.

But when they actualy saw the finished bedroom, every single one of them was like, “Oh yeah, that’s really pretty.” (Well, the ones who supported me from the beginning were more like WOOHOO.)

And the moral of the story is: Fuck ‘em, please yourself. Either they’ll come around, or you can safely ignore every question of taste they opine about for the rest of time.

[themintycupcake]

This applies to other adulting activities, too. When I was a kid, I decided that I wanted to have a wedding cake made of doughnuts. When I got older, I figured that I would be “mature” about it and get a traditional cake, which the older adults approved of. Now that I’m 25 and facing the possibility of actual marriage in the near future, I’m just like “marriage is a social construct but it comes with tax & insurance benefits, so just give me that goddamn doughnut cake.” If they don’t like it then they don’t have to come to my wedding.

[aridotdash]

https://xkcd.com/150/

[undanewneon]

I would like you all to view my office. I’m thirty and my rainbow room is awesome, people can fight me

[spuffybot]

I’m thirty and my first big furniture purchase was a custom coffin shaped coffee table that opens up and is lined with purple crushed velvet. I would have loved it at 13 and I love it now. Growing up doesn’t mean you have to abandon what makes you happy.

[idareu2bme]

GROWING UP DOESN’T MEAN YOU HAVE TO ABANDON WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.

[c-grace3]

[c-grace3]

“I grew up in god’s back pocket. To me, he was less Almighty and more like the grown up friend who didn’t know how to talk to children. Our conversations were always— stilted. Barely ten, I watched the church chisel my father into a pillar of brimstone. Or salt. Watched him swallow scripture and spit up salvation. Standing on the sidelines, or the pews, I saw sickness butcher him into buckle and cracked leather. Each diagnosis pulled the east Texas outta him somethin’ fierce. He got worse: pill bottles and albuterol piled up like unanswered prayers on the kitchen counter, returned to sender, until I ask my mother if maybe god just— moved away.”

—

excerpt from PREACHER’S KID, by Ashe Vernon

(from the book Wrong Side of a Fistfight)

[c-grace3]

“These tears are no longer for you, they were always worth more than the time wasted on you. How much had I endured in your supposed love and trust? The mood swings and volatile upswings in your physicality. I finally felt better when I left it all behind, when I left the keys, the photos, the artifacts, when I left everything including you behind.”

— s. francisco; love letters lost in mistranslation (via theprocast)

[witchingway]

For Pleasing Household Spirits

“From a golden broom pluck five long straws, Light them as tapers at the fire; Carry them through the house, and cause Their subtle smoke to thicken the air– Then summon good fortune with this spell:

Wraiths of the house, Take heart and live: To every chamber This light I give, To every corner This breath I send– Approve and favor My willing hand

If you would please them doubly well, Sprinkle the floor with leaves of tea And orris powder and grains of salt– Then sweep with the broom, until you are free Each crack and crevice from speck or fault.” — From Crone’s Book of Magical Words  by Valerie Worth

[glittered-tits]

“Her giggles stitch the cracks of my heart.”

— Maram Rimawi  (via wnq-writers)

[tangled-envisioning]

[theprocast]

“We’re all reaching up Trying to grasp the stars that would only burn us”

— Nicholas A Browne | Haiku 598

[lovelustquotes]

“She was just another broken doll, dreaming of a boy with glue” -Atticus, poet