I’ve been on a diet lately well not so much a diet just like cutting a lot of transfats and sugar
I made a poke bowl with ahi tuna 🍣
Vegan cheese
Guac
Mixed greens
Shredded carrots
Ginger dressing

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I’ve been on a diet lately well not so much a diet just like cutting a lot of transfats and sugar
I made a poke bowl with ahi tuna 🍣
Vegan cheese
Guac
Mixed greens
Shredded carrots
Ginger dressing
June will be filled with joy.
June will be filled with love.
June will be filled with trust.
June will be filled with peace.
June will be filled with clarity.
June will be filled with miracles.
June will be filled with blessings.
I have peace for once.
Grasping at straws
Looking for flaws
In places you never were invited to critique
Don’t you get tired of living in misery
Don’t you get tired of the same song on repeat
Even the best tunes get sour
When your mood is constantly foul
The chords don’t hit right
The chorus doesn’t rhyme
Sometimes the song is just overplayed
Or maybe you realize you have your own music to be made
Grateful for the life I live
Happy for the air I breathe though it may be polluted by the crap produced in nyc
Glad I can pay rent but I hate that so many people are struggling
Blessed to have my health but I know so many aren’t doing well
I’m grateful for the life I live cause there are so many other things I could be dealing with.
How do you say I’m just not in the fucking mood in gibberish?
Strip your identity
So that it’s free of me
Wash any semblance off
Of who I was
Forget I was here
Drain my voice from your ears
Shave any words I once said
Scrub all our memories from your head
Rinse it all away one final time
There’s no use in watering something that’s dead
It’s Sunday and I’m watching ghost videos on YouTube
Feeling sorry for myself that I don’t have a life
And wishing I was with you
But actually that’s wrong because I have whole laundry list to do
Because I am a normal person living a pretty average life
And just because I want to throw a pity party doesn’t mean my life matters any less than anyone else’s
Right?
I’m not a loser. I have a life. I need to live every second of it.
Imagine hating me and I’m just brooding writing poetry on my couch
Make sure you move on from the bad stuff.
Tomorrow would have been our anniversary.
Instead,
I’ll be celebrating five months on my own.
Yeah I thought about you
Yeah I hated every minute of it
Yeah I still did it
“there are people you haven’t met yet who will love you”
— Unknown
There wasn’t much for me to think when I saw you lying there with your lover who wasn’t me.
All I could see was the blood dripping down your bodies, staining the sheets though they were black.
Egyptian cotton I bought from Macy’s. I told you not to get blood on them when your feet had open sores from all the 10k marathons you embarked on.
You and her were carved open. Guts out and everything.
Two lovers who were sound asleep.
You didn’t know our marital bed would be your coffin, did you?
This whole scenario was in my head, too.
I looked up from the froth of my Chai Tea Latte. You and her were sitting across the coffee shop still in love. Still oblivious to the life you destroyed of the woman across from you who was too meek to make a move when she discovered you in her 200 dollar sheets.
Interesting enough, however, you also don’t know that this is my week two of stalking you.
Recognizing your patterns.
Learning your habits.
I read an inspirational quote somewhere that said I needed to stop thinking and start doing.
So, here I am. I’ll see you soon.
You’re so sweet yet so raw
Like honeycomb fresh from the hive
And I’m so sour sometimes
But you’re tender with your touch and it brings me life
I say I’m like a Warhead on speed
But you say underneath it all I’m just as sweet
You’re not scared to get a taste of me
In fact,
You’ve even said that I’m your favorite candy
🍭