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i have a disease called “i believe i will have the love i have been reading about all these years one day”
let me assign you a love language which won’t make sense
6 TRAIN day 2 of my friend’s october poetry prompts
decay exists as an extant form of life: uncertain forest by amy casey - tumblr user personsonable - decomposer’s watlz by featherbone - telluride mushroom festival by caroline tompkins for vogue - tumblr user @sheherazade - growing mushrooms on a book about mushrooms (project by eric jong from grocycle on youtube) - epic (2013) - edvard munch - portrait of luther burbank by frida kahlo
the woman walking towards me has skin like mine & offers
cold jarritos. i drink it whole and take the glass
patch the hole underneath my left rib;
hold the bottle steady.
Chekhov's Girl (i wish that i was chekhov's girl)
god is behind my fourth rib. jesus is in the very back of my temporal lobe. sometimes i don’t think i’m real. i narrate my life inside my head like a young adult fiction novel. my mother lives inside my cerebellum. sometimes a voice that sounds almost like her (but not quite not quite) joins the novel’s narration as a different character, a switch of perspective that leaves me lost and reeling. sometimes i look in the mirror and see a stranger with an overly square chin - but it’s all about perspective, isn’t it? (isn’t it?)
rb to give a flower to the person you rb this from
my favorite poems
fuck it here’s a poem about finally loving my skin and my culture after a childhood of wishing i was white
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ok yknow what new ask game, mutuals send me a 💐 and i’ll give you a poem that i think matches your vibe
i can‘t remember the name of my favorite poem but it has this quote in it that’s like “if you pretend to love enough people you will never go hungry” and its about where this person was when Elliott smith died and at the end of it he opens up a fortune cookie and it says something bad and he doesn’t tell anyone about it for a whole year
“Ode to Elliot Smith, Ending in the First Snow Snowfall of 2003” The Crown Ain’t Worth Much by Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib
You know, if I had to describe my experience as an aromantic in one word, I think I’d go with “alienating”. Let me explain:
Imagine you’re aro and watching TV. There some kind of SciFi show on and they are debating the personhood of an AI.
The AI shows curiosity and a thirst for knowledge. They have desires. They have strengths and weaknesses. None of this convinces the doubters.
The AI makes friends. They take up hobbies. They talk about their hopes and dreams for the future. Surely this is enough to relate to them as a person? It’s not.
The AI is shown to fall in love. This is framed as the ultimate proof, the one thing that must humanize them even to the staunchest denier of their personhood or else that person is irredeemable.
You change the channel.
There’s a children’s cartoon on. “What is this?!” the villain cries, pointing at a couple. Their inability to understand the romantic love between those two is framed as stemming from the fact that somebody so deeply evil simply cannot understand something as pure and good as romantic love.
You change the channel.
There’s a sitcom on. Two characters are discussing a third character. “He’s really not that weird,” says one character. “He hasn’t been in a relationship for [x] years!” the other refutes. Cue the laugh track. The implication is clear: If he’s not in a relationship, it must be because he’s too weird.
You change the channel.
There’s a Christmas movie on. The main character is a successful businesswoman. She’s shown talking to her friends and family regularly. “You need a man,” her mother says as they bake together. The daughter denies this. The rest of the movie is all about proving the mother right, as suddenly her career, her friends and her family are framed as not being enough for her to lead a fulfilling life.
You change the channel.
It’s some show aimed at young teens and tweens. “Ew,” one character comments as the idea of them having a significant other one day is brought up. This is treated as a sign of their immaturity.
You turn off the TV.
Your experiences aren’t enough to humanize a non-human character. You’re the villain. You’re a weirdo. Your life is incomplete. You’re immature.
You’re tired.
There’s a reason it was an aro who coined the term voidpunk.
Somebody asks you why you don’t have a partner.
“I don’t feel that way about anyone” is met with “Oh, you just haven’t found the right person!”
“I don’t want one” is met with “You’ll change your mind once you find the right person!”
“I don’t want to find ‘the right person’!” is straight up ignored. Of course you do. Everybody does. You must be mistaken.
You just don’t know what you really want. Aren’t you lucky to have people in your life who do?
“I’m focussing on my education,” you finally say. This is acceptable. This carries the implication that once you’ve graduated, you will start looking for someone.
If the words ring hollow to you, well, nobody else seems to hear it.
dear god,
what fucked alteruniverse
are we caging kids in?
rolling back voter laws
cracking down laws
not punishing cop murderers
stealing from the poor
the unhealthy
and calling us a democracy
fallacy is what it is
does justice exist?
this framework
spun sugar country
is running itself
AI
void of humanity
what then
this country has toppled other democracies
supporting the bombing
of a vital port in Yemen
is along the lines of our viscousness
it’s another timor
hope stems, from something, doesn’t it
or i pray to you in the desperation
this keeps me in
i believe in your magic
protection and care
because i have to
lest I fall bleakly
into the idea the world will end
in famine war
oppression
and the disregard
of our responsibility
as stewards of the planet
monsterification