For Chase (z):
To see the brown of your iris
in the golden sun’s light
Is to no longer care for
the sweetness of chocolate
- D.
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For Chase (z):
To see the brown of your iris
in the golden sun’s light
Is to no longer care for
the sweetness of chocolate
- D.
Contradiction
Make up your mind,
Is it good to be kind?
You see the good in me and utter
“I was like you when I was younger..”
Are the only parts of me
that make me myself
the parts that no one wants to see,
the parts that can’t be recognized?
You say you were once
naive and kind
You tell me not to change,
yet warn me of the world’s
evil eyes
You tell me not to be so gentle,
so open-hearted,
yet you praise me only
when my truth is masked
behind politeness
My own territory becomes
Uncharted.
Make up your mind,
let my innocence be mine.
Distance
I love you in the way I take care
of those you love
the way the clouds depart
to make way for golden suns
I love you in the way the winter leaves
to make way for blooming flowers
I love you in the way the minutes
sacrifice themselves for hours
I love you in the way it hurts to meet
your uninterested gaze
I love you in the way it hurts to know
you’re fine without me for days
I love you in the way I fight
to hold back my touch
I love you in the way a glance feels
as though I’m asking for too much
I love you in the way the heart I send you goes unnoticed
The way my ears await the ping of your text that never sent.
I love you in the way I willingly
erase myself for you
I love you in the way my distance
makes your life a little less crude
I love you in the way I speak
to none but God of you
The way a flower blushes
for the oblivious bee that already went
and flew
I’ve lost the hands that unknowingly warmed the cold I always knew
I’ve lost the embrace that my heart called home,
the loneliness renews
I’ve prayed to God to keep you happy
May your life be,
with my absence,
complete
I love you in the way I thought was old,
but this is.. new.
dedicated to U.A.
One of my favorite people growing up.
It was effortless to love you,
and perhaps that was the issue. 🤓☝️
I didn’t know what to do with that effortlessness,
when all you gave me was more distance.
i have been shaving my head for several months now and im an old hand at most of the weirdness that comes with it. ive seen so many strange things - a beanie torn in half after i tried brute force yanking it off my stubble, strangers hands gripping my head like a sort of fleshy bowling ball, c-beams glittering in the dark by the tanhauser gate.
but still, sometimes, things surprise me. and i was surprised today. because today an old man approached me at the park. and he said, you know, im a pediatrician.
which is already a weird start to a conversation, because i didnt know that. and maybe i should have just rolled with it, but instead i went
wait. i dont know that. why did you think i knew that?
which didn't even put him slightly off balance.
cuz you're bald, he said, so confidently that i didnt even question it until the conversation was over. now. i was - i was over there, sitting -
and he gestured across the park to a giant pile of soft dirt that had an almost cartoonishly exaggerated ass print on it which derailed me for the second time. right? because whoever sat on that dirt, clearly, had an ass like two coconuts being fired out of a spanish cannon. whereas this man had an ass that could probably only be detected with powerful scientific instruments. i told him this in more succint terms by simply saying that was clearly not his buttprint.
now at this point we'd gotten derailed twice, and as unflappable as he'd been the first time, he was starting to get a little defensive. so he said perhaps someone with a large butt sat down after i got up, and i said why are you lying about where you were sitting, and he said why would i do that? and i said if i knew, i wouldnt be asking, and he said fine, i was driving by - and i said why didn't you just say you were driving by?!?!?!?! and he said because i didn't want you to think i was the kind of crazy person that would just stop his car to tell a stranger in a park that he, as a pediatrician, could tell that your parents REALLY cared about tummy time!
then he left. angrily. he actually stomped back to his car. i dont know when i started laughing but i didnt stop until i got home. my voice is still all scratchy right now. ive been in a little bit of a writing funk but i had to get this down while i could still remember it so perfectly.
and as a tangent, i cannot emphasize enough the benefits of going outside and interacting with the public. it is a constant source of joy. every place on earth is the weirdest place on earth. i will never be able to write a character as fascinating as the people i run into at the park. but god help me, i have to try.
op thank you for explaining in the tags because I had no idea what the fuck that meant
sorry i just kind of assumed more people would get the tummy time thing. parents are supposed to give their babies tummy time otherwise their heads get a little squashed.
I'm still confused what IS tummy time
tummy time is when you flip babies onto their stomach and just let them sit there and wiggle a little bit. it keeps their heads from getting flat spots, and it also helps them build the muscles and coordination needed to start crawling. kind of a twofer.
I never want to have children of my own, but I feel this strong maternal protectiveness over my friends, even if almost all of them are older than me. I know you're almost 40, you are my baby and I'll make sure you've eaten and give you a forehead kiss.
this would be me if I had older friends. sigh.
Gray Sedan
I used to be obsessed with pretty cars. Cars that sounded nice. Cars that were praised and admired by others. Cars that turned heads. Exotic cars, flashy cars, rare cars.
..until I got my own. My little gray car, imperfect, common, small, but cute, but mine.
Suddenly I felt nothing when I saw those luxurious cars. Sure, they’re worth admiring, but my car is more than enough for me. It gets me where I need to go and had in its system the precise location of my home. It was written for me, that little gray sedan, and no other. The sight of a Porsche no longer entices any feeling of want within me.
My car is enough, and while it is mine, I need no other.
I need no other.
this isn’t about cars.
something I wrote a while ago, as I sat in my first car and watched what once was my dream car pass by.
mymusician... oughh my little bug [remembers parasocial relationships are bad] [remembers infantilization is bad] this complete stranger is their own huge bug
fellow tumblr person,
you’re online at 3 am,
so am I,
don’t we lead exciting lives?
fellow hellsite user,
i will only scroll to
the bottom of my dash,
what do you do here?
fellow sleep deprived creature,
The scroll to the bottom
of your dash could be
a far away,
never ending journey.
And if you must know,
I am doing what I always do,
dillydallying.
fellow tumblr person,
you’re online at 3 am,
so am I,
don’t we lead exciting lives?
This still fucking cracks me up
Sulfur combusts on contact with air to create stunning blue lava-like rivers of light in the Kawah Ijen crater on the island of Java | Ph: Olivier Grunewald
“I will not beg you for your time or try to convince you to choose me, the world is too big and I have too much to offer.”
— Unknown
Do you wanna go watch the sunlight pierce the leaves of the forest with me?
“I would choose five minutes with you over a lifetime with anyone else.”
— Beau Taplin
from Franz Kafka's "Letters to Felice"
the agony.
why does being a tumblr newbie feel like you’re the only awkward-new-kid in a high school full of quirky cool kids. Help.