Get It Down!

Don’t Think! Just Write!

[ireadliterature]

I lift my right foot onto the top step and rock my weight back and forth, shoulders tense and phone close to my ear. “Good, yeah I’m fine, I’m fine - I just wondered if maybe,, you would be free this weekend?” I stop swaying “Oh of course no if you’re busy don’t worry about-“ I lower my foot, “Are you sure? You really don’t have to- I was just- really? Ok. Ok, yeah! Thanks dude, yeah, that sounds really great.” I’m grinning widely now, free hand on hip, foot tapping restlessly against the step in front of me. I touch the wood paneling along the doorway, thumb following a little ant that works along the grooves, searching for an entrance

[inkatesbush]

they're saying spending 2 hours in the word doc changing words slightly to be more specific and evocative and moving endless commas around is one of the most noble and respected things that you can do

[ireadliterature]

Rewriting childhood instead of looking to the future to prevent spoiled expectations and unattainable goals.

[ireadliterature]

Desperately running from cynicism as people who have been through too much to think being jaded is cool —- what do you want to be when you grow up//how can I base my existence on childhood instinct/“childish” priorities

[ireadliterature]

Rediscovering fun through a childhood friend linked to good memories, recreating those memories in search of what went wrong

[ireadliterature]

“Do you think you just need to feel special”

“It’s very possible that’s the case, yes”

[ireadliterature]

Rewriting childhood instead of looking to the future to prevent spoiled expectations and unattainable goals.

[ireadliterature]

Desperately running from cynicism as people who have been through too much to think being jaded is cool —- what do you want to be when you grow up//how can I base my existence on childhood instinct/“childish” priorities

[ireadliterature]

Rediscovering fun through a childhood friend linked to good memories, recreating those memories in search of what went wrong

[ireadliterature]

Rewriting childhood instead of looking to the future to prevent spoiled expectations and unattainable goals.

[ireadliterature]

Desperately running from cynicism as people who have been through too much to think being jaded is cool —- what do you want to be when you grow up//how can I base my existence on childhood instinct/“childish” priorities

[ireadliterature]

Rewriting childhood instead of looking to the future to prevent spoiled expectations and unattainable goals.

[ireadliterature]

Open doors in summer remind me of afternoon comfort, breezy reconnections passing the time in degrees.

[ireadliterature]

How do you know him?

See I don’t is the thing? I was walking across the street and I saw his hand I thought there’s no way that’s his hand but I’ve had nightmares like that before so I followed and then that lady The lady with the gurney she was yelling asking if anyone knew him and I said I do and she said you do? And I said I love him more than anything in the world and she said hop in and so I did because she seemed like she knew what she was doing she got that authoritative presence like that

So you don’t know him ?

So you know him but he doesn’t know you?

No I do, it’s just that I don’t know why I respond that way because obviously yes it was misleading and I didn’t mean to get involved I’m sorry like I didn’t lie I mean there’s maybe some people id put above him but yeah essentially I do love him more than anything I can think of and it’s just weird now it’s an odd situation because also um he doesn’t really like me?

So you know him but he doesn’t know you?

I like the idea that the paramedic is just bored and kind if amused by this so let’s her help for a few seconds then clicks she’s crazy while she’s rambling and switches out her little task with something clearly pointless but she doesn’t pay attention and goes along as if they’re working together to save him but he’s just keeping her occupied and then when they’re pulling up to the hospital he goes ok cut to the chase and she finally finishes her point

[ireadliterature]

He’s like a god to her. He is her faith in humanity, In growth, in the resistance of happiness to reach the sublime. Her love is not reciprocated because it cannot be as one cannot be loved by a tree. The power he gives her is not one of appointed clarity or revered understanding, he is and so she has the ability to be.

[ireadliterature]

All day I side step out of the way and hide my earnest eyes under bashful lashes from everyone’s hyper focus on their own lives. I come home, look in the mirror, and cannot comprehend how they resist prostrating at my feet. These shoulders, that nose- you have seen enough? Shame.

[ireadliterature]

I feel like a third person that’s been handed the controls to vehicle I cannot fathom. I react to every event as an audience, not an active participant.

[ireadliterature]

I think eyelash wishes only come true if it was picked off your cheek by someone that makes you smile

[helenvaughans]

[itsmistybitch-deactivated202605]

These posts are sisters

[ireadliterature]

There’s something about going to the beach in jeans. Family size bag of chips and a Luke warm drink you found rolling around in the back seat. No sunglasses, just the squinting smiles of two people wrapped up in late day summer rays, leaning into each other to block out the sandy breeze. There’s something about a nostalgic pop song played off an old iPod with terrible speakers, no matter, we know every word by heart. Watching couples walk hand in hand along a pier or the fisherman patiently waiting for his trap to fill crabs, observing parallel lives that float by without causing any disturbance in the scene. There’s something about the beach in jeans.

[ireadliterature]

Having extra universe floating in and among your atoms makes your energy much lighter. You can float away with the breeze if you don’t keep your wits about you. So difficult to drag yourself closer down to reality to follow what anyone’s saying, their thoughts seem to fall just out of eyesight like a penny in murky waters. Quite the risk to let go, I see nothing but cloudy grey, yet some fresh air sounds so appealing.

[ireadliterature]

What’s crazy is it’s not even being ok with looking stupid anymore, it’s coming to terms with everyone thinking you’re stupid and not knowing or noticing that you were openly struggling with no shame/accepting your own mistakes without shame/ asking questions before you have the whole picture so that you’re ready when you get to that step. It’s not just bettering yourself as a person anymore, it’s bettering yourself amongst a culture that sees signs of growth as chances for ridicule and to see you (YET AGAIN) as some sort of freak. For trying. Dawg.

[ireadliterature]

In my world we play with the wind

We match our music to the weather

And smile at silent asides

There’s few people in my world

Someone’s walking the hills

Another calls into their phone