Iscreamintothevoid

i'm just a queer kid with kinda crappy poems, dont judge please lol

[iscreamintothevoid]

"if this is God's plan, then i will climb up to heave, just to plummet to hell's waiting embrace" -my little sister, on trump

[iscreamintothevoid]

sometimes i'll just be... like... sitting there... on the ground... and then get hit with a wave of "oh shit i'm not supposed to exist"

[iscreamintothevoid]

after posting this i realized that this is an app where people -who don't know me and don't know about my genetic mutation- might think i'm doing something bad or something...

no, i just have Crigler Najjar type 2 (even though i shouldn't have gotten it at all)

(my dad has type two) (i should've not had it) (my genes deadass just mutated)

[iscreamintothevoid]

sometimes i'll just be... like... sitting there... on the ground... and then get hit with a wave of "oh shit i'm not supposed to exist"

[going2hell4everythingbutbeingbi]

things to say after fucking up egregiously

pack it up boys we've made a social blunder

let's run that again

one more time normal style

I'm going to become a statistic

further proof god is out to get me

it's because I tore my acl senior year

I couldn't do it for religious reasons

my ex took my talent in the divorce

good thing nobody saw that (said directly to someone who definitely saw it)

[melhyan-writes]

i would like to formally (unformally) request you gather all these mythology writings you have been posting into a book so i can hold them, annotate them, and lose my mind properly. i am BEGGING.

ANON??? HELLO??? 😭😭😭😭😭 *puts aside my London Fog*

“formally (unformally)” YOU come into MY inbox with your VERY CORRECT desires and say THIS to me??? You want to HOLD them??? ANNOTATE them??? LOSE your mind PROPERLY??? I am— I am unwell actually. I need to sit down. No, I need to lie down.

First, thank you!! Genuinely!! This is the kind of message that makes me just sit there and stare at the wall for a second like… oh. Oh you get it. You GET it get it-

Second, you are so right to beg. I fully support this behavior. I encourage it, even. Please continue immediately.

Because YES, I would LOVE to turn all these mythology pieces into a book?????😭 You don’t understand, this is literally my childhood obsession finally getting to wear a fancy coat and be taken seriously. Little me, absolutely feral over mythology, would be LOSING HER MIND right now. Vindication!!! At LAST!!!

Also- I have MORE. So much more. Fragments, drafts, half-haunted ideas, things that didn’t make it to posting yet, things that are still pacing around in my brain at 3am like “put me in, coach”—

But now I’m sitting here like… okay but HOW do I do this?🤨*ੈ🍸✩‧₊˚

Do I make it into sagas??? Like grouped by myth/figure/theme??? Or chapters??? Something more structured??? Or do I just let it be a beautifully unhinged collection where you turn a page and suddenly it’s grief, then devotion, then teeth, then silk???

Also I kind of want to write MORE before I gather them all, like I’m not done chewing on these stories yet, you know???

Also I love being dramatic (it is the French and Italian in me in a CONSTANT, centuries-old blood feud caused by genetics) so YES, I want to do the art for it. Like all of it. The covers, the interior designs, the little details, the whole thing, let me be insufferable about it for a second. Not in a “I’m being pretentious” way, but in a “if I’m putting my whole heart and mythology-rotted brain into this, I want it to look like it too” way. I want it to feel intentional, like you’re holding something curated, something a little obsessive. I want to obsess over fonts and textures and margins like a Victorian ghost with a design degree. Let me romanticize the process. Let me be a little deranged about it. It’s part of the vision!!!

Anyway. This message has altered my brain chemistry a little. Thank you for that.

And if this ever becomes a physical book you can hold and annotate like a scholar possessed—just know YOU are partially responsible for unleashing it into the world.

Now don’t stop begging. It seems to be working 😌

[writing-prompt-s]

"You know, when I started sending pipe bombs to every asshole who was rude to me, I didn't think it would get me classified as a supervillians." "...You sent 100 bombs on the first week alone." "Yeah? I'm a fast food cashier, that was a slow week for me."

[iscreamintothevoid]

Feminine rage

Such a strong emotion

That the patriarchy decided

“Rage” wasn’t a strong enough word

Feminine rage is not

Crying

Breaking stuff

Yelling insults

Femininerage

Is breaking windows

Screaming until blood clogs your throat

Yelling and crying

Feeling helpless

Feeling broken

Yet, also

Feeling whole

And feminine rage is scary

It’s terrifying

Because when you encounter it?

You might not survive

Because an angry man

Is not somebody to mess with

But an angry woman?

An angry woman has more wrath  than a God

Because we put up with everything

Men thinking that they’re better

Living in a world where nothing is to our benefit

Since the day we were born

So if you meet an angry man

Run

Hide

But if you meet an angry woman?

A truly wrathful goddess?

A define being of rage

Fall to your knees

And pray

[iscreamintothevoid]

TW: trump

Trump as president

My family talks about leaving

If it gets really bad

And we’re unsafe

Even though we’re white

We talk about moving to Italy 

Looking at cool houses 

And properties there

But then I look around my house

My home

The place I grew up

The room I’ve had since I arrived

Home from the hospital

My bed in the same spot

My crib was

The front room

Where we celebrated my first birthday

And I took my first steps

The bathroom I got my first period

Blue tiles

All mine

The doorway in the kitchen

Where my height over the years

Is marked

Showing my growth

The kitchen where I set off a smoke alarm

Twice

And learned to cook

(Kind of)

The screened in porch

Where I laughed so so hard

With my friends

Cuddled up under a pile of blankets

Sabrina making dirty jokes

Lynn resting their head on my chest

Feeling like maybe,

Maybe the world’s all right after all

And I know I’ll leave one day

Be it because I’m not safe

In my own country

Or because I’m setting off

On my own journey

To become an adult

And I know this

It’s a given in life

But currently

I can’t imagine leaving my house

My home

[iscreamintothevoid]

TW: disscussions of rape/sexual violence

“You throw

Run

Fight

Like a girl”

Thanks

Girls can run

In heels

As big as you wish your dick is

We fight until there is nothing

Left to fight for

And then we fight for survival

Throwing like us

Means with aim

Something you have to teach small boys

Running like a girl

Means for your life

Not giving up

Even when your bones ache

And you feel as if you might fall

Running until you are safe

However long it will take

Fighting like us is fighting until

We die

In a world where we are physically weaker

We are mentally stronger

And we use it

We fight tooth and nail

And then when we lose both?

We fight until our throats choke with blood

And our knuckles scrape to the bone

We are known as “Bitches” if we talk back

“Attention whores” if we speak up

And “Shy” if we don’t talk at all

Having to watch your drink at parties

Texting your friends before a date

Not “wish me luck!”

But “if I go missing, here’s who I was out with”

Walking outside at night?

Alone?

Ha! 

No.

Because what could happen?

Even in our own neighborhoods?

It’s something we are born knowing will likely happen

Because trust is earned

Not free

We form “tribes”

Making friends with other females our age

Helping each other

In history class

And in the bar’s bathroom

I have many phone numbers

That I’ve met once of twice

But I keep them

Knowing that if one of them texts me that she’s in trouble

I’ll  answer

And I’ll help

Because that’s what being a girl is. 

No, not a girl

A woman

Because girls are the younger selves of everyone

Who learned in 6th grade

Or 5th grade

That the world is not longer sunshine and rainbows

And is instead

Darkness and ghouls.

Is the world all bad?

No

But just like not all men are creeps

We worry

Because man or bear?

Bear

All the way

Because the man could be a kind person

Or he could take my innocence

[iscreamintothevoid]

written after ICE came to my school

There are real monsters in the world

But so long as you never become one yourself

You will have no reason to fear them

Because darkness may follow light

But it will never overshadow

The light

And darkness seems so big

So vast

So deep

Because when we were small,

Monsters lived in the dark.

But now we know

The worst monsters?

Show their faces

And smirk

Speaking with an oily tongue

The words well practiced

Like a script

And their money is stained

Not always with blood

But with deeds

That they hide

Pay people off

To hide their crimes

So even if

You never become a monster

You’ll still be hurt

Be it directly

Or not

It doesn’t matter

If you’re not one yourself

Hell,

That makes you more susceptible

Because monsters know how to find

Their own

But a room full of angels

Could never find the devil

Without doing their own sins

[iscreamintothevoid]

TW: wrote for my suicidal best friend, don't read if you have dark thoughts

People talk about

Willing to die for something

But

What about living for something?

Knowing it might not happen

But hoping

Dreaming

It’ll happen

Someday.

Like true love

Or

True friendship

Finding your soulmate

All things that might not happen

Hell, they probably won’t

But it’s still possible

And instead

Of dying for something?

Prove you can live for it

Because death is easy

Suicide’s the coward’s way 

Out of a world with hardships

And heartbreak

And betrayal

But living?

Living like the world’s on fire?

(because it sometimes feels like it is)

Living, even though life is hard sometimes

And you can feel alone?

That’s true courage

And those scars?

From self-harm?

And getting hurt?

Wear then like battle scars

Because you didn’t take the coward’s way out

And you’re still here

Fighting

Living

Breathing

And thank you for that.

Because even if you don’t think so

Or know it?

People care.

Maybe it’s your family, who have loved you since your birth

Friends, who can’t imagine a world without you and 

fear having to attend your funeral before they can vote

Teachers, who like your insight in class

Or just someone you talk to on occasion

Maybe it’s that bus driver who picks us up at 3:30

And always has a smile

On their face

Or someone who looks at you and wishes they could wear that outfit

As well as you

Please, keep living.

If not for yourself,

For all of us

Who care

And love

And admire

You. 

[writing-prompt-s]

Everyone at magic school picks on you for your creepy skeletal minions. One day a trio of bullies has you cornered. "What now, necromancer? There's no corpses or bones around to save you." You sigh, "Actually, I'm an osteomancer. The skeletons don't have to come from corpses."

[prideknights]

Hi! Can we see the aro/ace duo patch??

Here is a video of the sample! (:

[prideknights]

All 16 embroidery patches are now available for pre-order until March 1st, 2026!

Prideknights.com ⚔️🌈

[i-am-a-fish]

fun fact about me, my boobs are very nice. I made them, and I think I did a very good job

[iscreamintothevoid]

i'm sure you did, and i'm proud of you

[justnoodlefishthings]

"Coca-Cola made an AI ad!"

"McDonald's releases AI Christmas commercial!!"

Don't care didn't ask plus here's a beautifully animated ad for a French supermarket that was made by actual artists

[iscreamintothevoid]

awww, i'm proud of the wolf

[gean-grey-blog]

One time I was leaving a friend's place and an older lady with basically no English came up to me and communicated that she was very cold and needed a ride. She pointed to tell me where to go.

I got there and her daughter or granddaughter came out and was like omg her phone died we were worried

And then the older lady said something and the younger lady translated.

"She knew she could trust you because you have pink hair"

I thought it was funny at the time. But when I think back on it I think she was basically saying "you had a visible sign of not vibing with the system I was afraid of"

Be weird. Be colorful. Help random people.

[writing-prompt-s]

After your death, you get summoned into another world. A world in which fierce dragons, honorable knights and mighty magic is daily business. The magic is cast using spoken spells. If only they knew you were a double-time rapper in your past life.

[iscreamintothevoid]

"Showtime! Showtime! Yo! I'm John Laurens in the place to be! Two pints o' Sam Adams, but I'm workin' on three! Those redcoats don't want it with me 'Cause I will pop chick-a pop these cops till I'm free!

Oui oui, mon ami, je m'appelle Lafayette! The Lancelot of the revolutionary set! I came from afar just to say "Bonsoir!" Tell the King "Casse toi!" Who's the best? C'est moi!

Brrrah, brraaah! I am Hercules Mulligan Up in it, lovin' it, yes I heard ya mother said "Come again?" (Ayy) Lock up ya daughters and horses, of course It's hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets (Wow)

No more sex, pour me another brew, son! Let's raise a couple more... To the revolution!

Well, if it ain't the prodigy of Princeton college!

Aaron Burr!" *every enemy gets extremlconcerned for my mental stability