you are nothing but wings

everyone’s safe in the tree house

[koifishblues]

the hardest part is that you’ve always said you’re sorry for hurting the best person you know, or about big windows, or the animal facts in your head.

no one asked to join the club of silly gooses. or the way your smile looked in the orange light.

[inkskinned]

when you come, i am always leaving. isn't that appropriate. you keep asking me - will you stay? where are you going?

i am going home. i am going to find the mountain of my future and scale it. i am going to draw in the dirt and plant something that finally outlives my father. i am going to live.

you are always going in the other direction. your hair, like always, like when i met you - beautiful in the wind. your hands around the sickle of my heart. you know that achilles sings the same song. aching the tune of you cannot survive apart.

i want you to come with. i want to fold you in my pocket and beg your forgiveness. i want to repeat every morning i woke up in your bed. i want to stare into the mirror of darkness and pluck out all the places you fit. my mother suggests i leave you a message. give you a gift. sit with you in the basement and listen to the gorgons sing.

i am giving you space. you will come through when it is right for you. it's the least that i owe you, after all of this.

in the meantime, i'm looking for you in the edge of the garden. i'm looking for you every time i come home. i'm looking for you at the end of my story. i'm looking for you.

i think that you know.

[koifishblues]

you turn me into someone i don’t even recognize

[koifishblues]

and i crave for just a small taste of the fight that's in you

[plumslices]

every now n then i do something little me wouldve loved

[horrorheights]

Nobody talks about how difficult it is to be good, how conscious you have to be to be kind.

Sadness and rage is gloomy and monotonous and it can hang above our heads, oozing spiteful thoughts.

It's a battle to be good, and I see how hard you're trying.

[kiindr]

you can be kind and still have strong boundaries in place.

[comicaurora]

I am not responsible for who I become when hyperfixating

[comicaurora]

I'd like to see YOUR dignity hold up when flooded by 2000% of your typical dopamine levels

[c-53]

I think my favorite bit i do with customers is when white women are like ‘i dont know what to getttttt’ and i hit them with the ‘you should be bad~ 😈’

[c-53]

Saying ‘you should be bad!!’ In like Gay Voice to a white woman at starbucks has like the same psychological impact as going like ‘who’s a good boy?’ To a dog. It makes them so excited in a really endearing way.

[fortidogi]

[defectivegembrain]

No you cannot fix your entire life at 2am. Go to bed.

[sleepytimegal777]

1. A Primer for the Small Weird Loves - Richard Siken / 2. The Crane Wife - CJ Hauser / 3. Automat - Edward Hopper / 4. Red Doc> - Anne Carson / 5. Melancholy - Edvard Munch / 6. The Village (2004) / 7. So We Must Meet Apart - Gabrielle Bates and Jennifer S. Cheng

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

you never know where you’ll be in a year, so don’t worry too much about that. just work with what you have now, the good and the bad. we only have to go one day at a time.

[glorianas]

i feel like if people didn’t pick apart perfectly traight forward feminist posts for terf particles it wouldn’t give terfs on here so many chances to be like yeah that’s right, feminism and trans rights are inapplicable, like some of you are giving them a lot of ammo you do realize that?

[cannibalchicken]

[syntaxandsemantics]

Love like pins and needles.

I lie.

Like a fresh amputee sensing a phantom limb, this is a painful figment of imagination. You're a piece long gone and decomposing negative - you are insignificant now I'm in this new my body and this my brain remembers still how it felt to have you as a part of me like a gaping void that ached with grief for what will never be, despite all good intentions, all lies

in reflection, like ashes on tongues and dust in throat; I hope somewhere, somewhen you choke on all the pretense like a fist - oh how you fooled me and my missing arm, my squandered optimism, my withered sense of self and yet

it's strange how i'm feeling, beyond this piercing sensation of what comes after the festering death of promise, of more, of whole left weighting, until these heavy shaking hands fast with determination to overcome this memory, this like a waking of nerve, it stings a million times over until it doesn't but

I lie, love

like pins and needles.

[poetry-universes]

You're going to realize one day that happiness was never about your job or your degree or being in a relationship. Happiness was never about following in the footsteps of all of those who came before you; it was never about being like the others. One day, you're going to see that happiness was always about the discovery, the hope, the listening to your heart and following wherever it chose to go. Happiness was always about being kinder to yourself; it was always about embracing the person you were becoming. One day, you will understand that happiness was always about learning how to live with yourself, that your happiness was never in the hands of others. It was always about you.

[heavensghost]

but I knew how to dress it up