I started tapping my back pocket as a habit to make sure my phone was in there when leaving somewhere so I didn’t forget it. It’s become so automatic now that I do it pretty hard. So basically, every time I stand up, I smack my ass.

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I started tapping my back pocket as a habit to make sure my phone was in there when leaving somewhere so I didn’t forget it. It’s become so automatic now that I do it pretty hard. So basically, every time I stand up, I smack my ass.
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The 70s were a magical time
God bless the 70s and its devil may care pink shorts
The gay energy emanating from this is off the fucking charts
Excerpt from a poem I haven’t finished yet ☺️
I always wish for you to find me
3 am thoughts (via suspend)
Bathe Him
I wanted to bathe him To let his body still and soak To let his eyes close and countenance un-clench Eliminate all pain and catch his notes in my eyes. See them trickle down, Firm formations of beaded sound and emotion. Lengthened and shorted by time and time again. Polluted by ends.
I was straddled in a moment Cautious to endeavour in what I fear and do not know Wanting him to bathe me then Wanting him to attend to my words And wounds. But he had already bathed me, cleansed me, rescued me. And so, with those notes still in my eyes, I bathed him. While beads brimmed full to the top.
A Field in Maugherow
We lost it here In this field where the bone was thrown and the knife almost Split his calves in halves.
It wasn’t a clear night and it wasn’t with clear heads that we feasted on befuddled stars,
But we were caught on resilient tethers that lapsed our malleable hearts
And so we surrendered to it. To this life.
Before and after I sign good boy to my deaf dog
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The harsh realities of war.
This is not a smile of happiness, it’s a smile of pain.
When you go through THAT MUCH pain and suffering… sometimes you just force yourself to smile so you don’t break down. It’s not a true smile, it’s not a happy smile. It’s a smile of agony.
This broke my heart.
at first, I was having a hard time reading the captions and all I saw was that smile and I was like, “oh she looks a little happy but there is something off in her eyes.” Once I read what the captions said I was having a hard time keeping myself from crying.
Basically😂
#college students
A Lull In Time
A deranged cat rolled time from her pockets and licked her paws. Crimped whiskers hung limp and dusty, she stared at nothing in particular. Hands drenched in heedless love stroked her back. She felt nothing. The tail flicked absentmindedly.
Suddenly it curled into a spiral and became rigid, no claws appeared. Her back hunched and lungs grew. The hands left and left nothing. Creature fear entered through her ears and nose. The tail wrapped, loose around her, letting nothing out but time.
Her collar hung fashionably, like a noose. The hands came back now and cradled her. She lay her head a-rest upon a seasoned lap and dreamt she was a tiger. Time buckled under her weight.
It left her alone again.
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Re-post because I forgot I needed to keep it up top for potential penpals
Wee selfie, sure why not