Hug-All-Your-Friends @kingdom9754kingdom9754 - Tumblr Blog

Hello,my name comes from the song and a bot's name.I made this blog so i could share photos i took of my town! I don't really know if it counts as photography cause i kinda just took 'em on my phone. You know? I use xey/xem and i like to write! I do have a writer's blog but it's kinda dead soo.... oops. But when you wrote poetry about the death of the character the blog is named after, it becomes just a tad clear right?

Anyway i rambled i'll cya around.(o´▽`o)ﾉ

#intro post #blog intro #photography #Youtube #@#Kingdom's at it again

cheminer-poesie-cressant

retour du givre vers midi ; le froid est la permission du jour

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the frost returns around noon; the cold is the day's permission

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i gelo ritorna verso mezzogiorno; il freddo è il permesso del giorno

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(samedi 28 décembre 2024)

cosmicbirch8

Free me from this morning.

Another day of drought,

Living on hope,

Surviving on handouts.

Undernourished,

I wait.

lullaby-blind

Think but thank your mind through screenshots,

and the only way you forget to love is to experience

a knowledge of becoming forgotten. Your person

without your feedback, including people I once

forgot I know, and a small pleasure like hope helps

you gleam, but again I feel them here. Practice

walking behind the harvester again, like when you

were a little girl before these roads filled with traffic.

weirdcultstuff

To myself, raised in an environment that glorified and romanticized restriction and suffering:

There is no victory in skipping dinner, or lunch, or breakfast, or morning coffee, or dessert.

There is no victory in refusing heaters and air conditioners and fans and heated blankets.

There is no victory in denying yourself sleep, or showers, or movement, or water, or a comfortable bed, or taking the elevator vs. the stairs.

There is no victory in refusing pain meds and heating pads and ice packs and medical help.

There is no victory in punishing yourself needlessly, in telling yourself that this pain you feel is because you are bad to the core and deserve it.

There is no victory in choking back your laughter and your tears, to keep an imagined equilibrium of safety that is really just a dry, cracked, empty, endless emotional desert.

You are here. You are in this body, and this body is yours. You deserve good things. You are alive, and that is messy and loud, and messy and loud are okay.

It’s okay to live abundantly. It’s okay to make mistakes, it’s okay to indulge. This paralysis of self-punishment, self-restriction, self-loathing is not healthy or good for you.

joy is watching your family laugh over your jokes,laugh at your shenanigens and engage with them

#kingdom's at it again

acklum

cough up

wait stop every vehicle close

blows up

pages rush past dirty breath

exhausted earth

sullied soil

solid gas air lungs

chokehold

burn eyes burn tyres

tired

burn it all down

faster progress

more commerce

inedible goods

indelible harms

all consumed

sacrilege to chew

-acklum

anoxfordscribbler

I watch him move

Through a bar and

dreamed of having the

willow grace; to pass

as a breeze. To

be so fey is to be

remebered as smoke;

no one sure if you were

the cloud or the

murmuration bursting

from the eaves

but still in reach, still

tilting off the edge of

a shot glass and

down again

becoming moonlight

and passing through

a canvas of so many

stars looking to touch;

to become.

ambrosiacoloredsoul

You are already enough

I've watched the rise of the trends,

the checklists dressed as liberation,

the polished posts stamped 'body positivity'

but somewhere,

we forgot:

this movement was meant to uplift

You are beautiful

regardless if you aren't skinny.

You are beautiful

if you are.

With or without curves.

With or without skin that fits a particular mold.

Whether your heritage runs deep,

or you feel like a quiet shadow in a crowd.

You are enough as is.

Beauty isn't how loudly you turn heads.

It's how gently you hold yourself

when no one else is watching.

It's not about symmetry.

Or how you 'fit in'.

Or how you stand out.

It's the radical act of loving yourself

in world that profits when you don't.

So if you have a tummy,

or hip-dips carved like valleys,

skin that tells a textured story,

or pale like morning fog,

if you are simply,

softly,

just you.

You are beautiful.

You don't need to shrink to be seen.

You don't have to add or erase

a single piece of your being.

You were never meant to be a trend,

you were meant to exist.

And that, love,

is more than enough

luminsia

15.6.2026

"I must say I'm used to being inspected by the ladies... But this is the first time I've felt this way with a man."

verbix

via

kilonovai

a dream where, I told you of the greatest weapon ever built. an eval human skin unlocked. after all, we are not in school but prison. all veins and martyrdom and misery programming. muscle and tendons and the gnashing of teeth.