HarukoKittie

Case #420-69-666 = 100% boy tears

[insufferablefish]

In the beginning, when the universe was divided up and all things were categorized. Atoms made to fit into bone and cartilage and birds and sea and earth, we were tethered. Arms and legs tangled in the celestial muck and mire. We must have kicked and screamed through the division. It must have been terribly violent.

So much so that when I saw you across the hall, I felt the pain. Deep within my dust.. My cosmic signal calling to yours. Remembering what it felt to be whole. The pull, the gravity of our cells recognizing a piece of them in a different arrangement, echoing across millennia….called back to each other to be fused once more, a jaw to a jaw, fingers twisted into embrace.

Earth.

[insufferablefish]

There is no universe or timeline in which my very cells don’t crave yours. In which my hands don’t reach for you, in which my eyes don’t seek yours. No where, nothing exists with out you here. Everything has turned to dust.

I don’t want to be your friend. I want to eat you from the Inside out. Tear you to shreds with my teeth and hands. I want to crawl Into your chest and carve my given name upon the flesh of your heart. I want to percolate into the gravels of your body to swim along your spine, upwards across your clavicle to sprinkle kisses upon your lips. I want to be set on fire at your altar as proof of my loyalty.

[sweatermuppet]

you'll forget this

[insufferablefish]

One day you’ll look back upon the scattered pages of our time together and you’ll mourn me, but by then, I’ll have returned to the earth as dirt and pebbles and little seeds of this and that. Gone once more.

[insufferablefish]

This week has been violent.

[insufferablefish]

I look for you all along the cracks in the wall..in between the lines…. Along the horizon as the sun sinks into the night, Venus following suit. I look for you in every pair of lips that meet mine, in tangles of limbs, forgotten jackets, uncomfortable chairs. They neither fit, nor do I want them too.

A man drives me in his sporty car tonight, a million miles a minute… He glances at me a ghost of a smile on his lips. He doesn’t mind that I talk about the stars, insects and all things this and that…He has already carved a me shaped spot into his unknowing heart. He will be like the others enamored of me while I stare out the window looking for slivers of you against the endless night.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Donte Collins

[insufferablefish]

Often times I think about sitting on the porch, a winter chill turning our cheeks ruddy, battleship flashing and a wicked smile. Knowing full well I’d been cursed with meeting you, doomed to sew you into my rib never to leave. A ghost forever tucked into my deepest parts.. I knew I loved you at the bottom of the steps and I knew I’d pay for it dearly.

[arterialtrees]

Mechthild of Magdeburg: Selections from The Flowing Light of the Godhead

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

– K

[insufferablefish]

I think at some base level my molecules instinctively recognized yours, as you stood across from me at the noisy karaoke bar, cigarette hanging off your lips. The lights flashed purple, blue and green. Super novas bursting across your features, that smile, the one that makes me forget to breathe already touching the ends of your mouth. The world around us has stopped it’s progress forward to let us mingle once more as old friends. Atoms bouncing from one another in Recognition. Touched as celestial dust once and now as earth bound flesh. I think I knew then that the stars had whispered your name to me every night since the very moment I’d learned I could listen. Here lay the proof… when I reached towards you, hands like kids gloves reaching shoulders in embrace. I saw eternity.

[flowerytale]

Wendy Cope, "From June to December: Summer Villanelle"

[insufferablefish]

From room to room I follow you still….

[insufferablefish]

Slowly, the earth takes back everything it is owed.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Trista Mateer ,“I Still Forget We’re Not Even Friends”

[insufferablefish]

Text message I didn’t send you today 4/26/2025 1:17pm

Plants spontaneously flower when they anticipate impending death, leading scientist to believe that they may be more sentient then we first thought. Imagine, plants consciously throwing out their seeds in a last bid for eternity. Beautiful

[ahotknife]

kafka was so right i literally could have built the pyramids with the effort it has taken me to cling onto life and reason

[nobrashfestivity]

Unknown, Halley's Comet: Head, 1910

Mount Wilson Observatory

[insufferablefish]

I once stood outside this very observatory pissed off that I’d brought my friend instead of you because you’d once again gone and ruined my overly optimistic plan to make you fall in love with me. I’d planned to listen to Chopin as we swerved along the hills laughing gently as I told you the history of the surrounding mountains, you’d add tidbits here and there.. did I know Hollywood was named after the holly tree??? No?? Well yea so plentiful we’re they… I’d reach out to clasp your hand over the gear shift. You’d tell me how you’d though of climbing this one. I’d pull you close as the telescope was redirected, the creeping signaling our marked passage into eternity. I’d say I love you as I pointed out Saturns rings you’d smile broadly and repeat those words back. It was perfect and therefore destined to fail. I helped my friend out of her stylish silk jacket as she asked me to get her left side adding the photo was intended for Instagram. Fuck me sideways.

[uroko]

♡ 

[insufferablefish]

Forgotten until it’s there on the porch

[insufferablefish]

In your room there is a line of hooks to the left of the door. On unusually cold nights, during which I miss you most, like I miss my old worn sweater. You know the one, teal yarn with white specks and the big sleeves. The one you liked on me. The one that feels like home with comfort sewn into every seam. Warmth. I imagine myself being gathered at the shoulder blades, skin like fabric, carefully draped on those very hooks, that I may hang there ready to be worn like a habit. Strewn across the floor after a run… thrown across your desk… crumpled up on the little black couch, in the back seat of the car….a favorite sweater shaped by care and something feral in my chest, plus all those other things, hung upon those hooks along the left side of your door, longingly waiting for you to wear me once more. To wear me to threads the way love does your favorite sweater.