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@for-gore
I want you, want to feast on your attention, affection. If you were real you would hurt me, but I'd like it a lot.
My dreams find an uncanny life, where everything has gone the wrong way... they turn into nightmares where I endure it all again, but then I wake up and go to work.
If I could feel it again, I'd seek it. I'd need it. If you do exist, my bones will electrify my heart and when we kiss, I'll jumpstart that damaged heart. We could watch 'Call Me by Your Name' and maybe I wouldn't cry, or you'd tell me I look pretty crying. I know nothing can fix me, and nobody can fix you; I just want to look into your eyes and melt. I want to smell your musk, the scent of you.
I'm needy I know, just like 'Jennifers Body', and I will make you a mess if we can't behave. I can't rely on you but still I can't find a way to breathe without trying to find the scent of you, can't get cold without searching for your warmth. I hate sitting with it, feeling the emotions like something in me is different now.
At any given moment I'm 16-17 again, hurting so bad but waiting, and it never worked out how I wanted... then after everything, I realized I was alone.
My life has been made up of mostly tears, feeling the crushing weight of being here without you, dealing poorly with it all. I could have died too many times, but I haven't yet somehow. I still wait alone, remembering, wishing, praying to anything that I will feel that way again. I try to fall asleep, but I always end up thinking of you.
Chamberlain's Dwarf Salamander (Eurycea chamberlaini), family Plethodontidae, found in the Carolinas, USA
Described as a species in 2003.
Once thought to be a variant of the Southeastern Dwarf Salamander (Eurycea quadridigitata)
One of the smallest amphibians in the world, it averages just 2.5 cm (1.0 in) in total length.
photos: MH Herpetology & Parker W. Gibbons
look at this little fuck.
20 years late is still fashionably late, right? So I just finished season 1 of Supernatural and dare I say I have a favourite brother 🫣
This art is delicious
Who else likes cute things?
Endlessly diabolical how you can't say words like rape and suicide uncensored without either being criticised by idiots or punished by conglomerates.
It's not r*pe, it's rape. It's not su*cide, it's suicide. Not unalive, dead. The backbone needs to be reintroduced en masse because softening the blow of these concepts with advertising language does absolutely nothing but allow people unaffected by them to feel not even a sting of what they can do, prompting inaction.
And it's been proven that on certain websites, you don't even face a repercussion for using the words as they are. People just started censoring themselves because they feared the potential lack of views and likes and followers which is so nasty itself.
I attended an anti-suicide seminar in college. One of the big takeaways from it was that stigmatizing suicide increases the rate of suicide, because people who are feeling suicidal feel like they can't ask for help. Every time I see babytalk garbage like 'unalive', I think of that.
Use the real words. Words have power, and they matter.
I wasn’t radicalized by propaganda or education, I was radicalized by childhood abuse and chronic health issues.
Shattered sentences and fragments of you, my blood will fill no cup.
Your strength was weakness, an unfortunate generational crux, you tried your best but it was never enough.
I wish it had been different, altogether different. I’m so tired, endlessly generationally exhausted. I refuse.
Power and strength, and wealth and fame should not all be the same. Screaming curses into the bright night sky, banishing evil.
All intertwined… I hear him still in my ear, whispering to me in the night, telling me to go back to sleep.
As far as I run, as many hills that I get over, I hear the words again, in the night, in my sleep.
Hidden in clear view, always on the edge.
The breeze blows steady through the dark branches and leaves, shaking and swaying the narrow ends of sticks and stems.
I told you I’d always be there and I lied.
I want to forget, dig a hole in the middle of the forest and hide all my shame and pain and rage. Let it compost into something useful, art blooming like flowers. Try to run, try to scream.
Try to find a reason why.
All the lies have fallen off the tree, they’ve been crushed on the ground, under our feet. We have to see it through, this demolition and control. We have to keep ourselves sane for natures sake.
King Richard III thought he could get rid of Tudor, but his allies abandoned him. Henry’s rally stood stronger, taking Richard III out of the picture.
even if removing the proud symbol of a man didn’t fix the whole problem, it turned his ill-equipped rally into cowards. What cemented the regain of power was the parading of his body, after they beat him beyond repair. A symbol of what would happen if anyone dared to be so brave, a cruel shameless d34th.
By 11 shit was already fucked up
So I would be still 5 I guess
person online: you have to say in your bio if you’re afab or amab. also you have to specify if you’re transmasc or transfem. also you have to say if you’re transmisogyny exempt or transmisogyny affected. also you have to say if you’re a (trans) man or (trans) woman. also y-
the majestic and kindhearted northern yellow bat (lasiurus intermedius), as photographed by Merlin Tuttle’s Bat Conservation:
thank you to kissue