I’ve swiped for centuries to find you: A love poem

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I’ve swiped for centuries to find you: A love poem
We are thrilled to release Dave Harris’ new book, PATRICIDE. Congrats!!
Reblog if you’re LGBTQ+ or support it, have a cat named Valerie, or want to violently fling yourself into the void
By @kenziecoffman and Theo the Cat
Basically the only thing I want in my world
“white knuckles dangle at my hips - you don’t like the sound of words coming off of my lips. you said it even makes you cover your ears when you see it in script. you see, i’m supposed to be poised and not make too much noise and even then i’m not good enough to be one of the boys.”
— smspoetry
“When you’re trying to motivate yourself, appreciate the fact that you’re even thinking about making a change. And as you move forward, allow yourself to be good enough.”
— Alice Domar (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
A red baseball hat used to be a red baseball hat. Because of Trump, it’s now something else entirely.
I love all y’all.
❤❤❤
Honestly I wish people wouldn’t do this… Every time I think I’m about to have to deal with a redcap in close quarters it takes six hours off my life. Realizing the hat’s parodical doesn’t undo the stress. :/
Yeah I’m with these people’s ideas, but god you’re scaring or stressing out or creating panic in a lot of good people if you wear one of these.
But we need you right now so we can help OA. Okay? We can’t move without you. And we won’t. Ever.
finished the OA so time to visit Reddit and get caught up in 1,620, 947 theories that will only confuse me more!
reworking the weeping willow. I started this painting almost three years ago, some things just take
time.
gouache and pastel on 16x20 panel.
pretty shitty how baseline human activities like singing, dancing and making art got turned into skills instead of being seen as behaviors
so now it’s like ‘the point of doing them is to get good at them’ and not ‘this is a thing humans do, the way birds sing and bees make hives’.
“watch me paint myself as the hero with the trauma that used to be my bone marrow. look at me twirl in this yellow dress - baby, this is called progress. watch me go back for whipped cream on my hot chocolate before it ever hits rock bottom - i haven’t taken on the form of a child since that one day in autumn. now, let’s address some of the insults that you’ve sent my way - trying your hardest to put my insecurities on display. it’s times like that i wonder if your pregnant wife knows of the museum of prey that you have hidden away. so, stare at each stretch mark on my flesh that that i’ve embraced because i refuse to be embarrassed of the size of my waist - watch me turn my life into a platform to educate. stand there while i swallow this fistful of pills without shame or fear because it’s obvious to me now why you mocked them - they are key in keeping me here. witness me dump this vodka into the sink - the lenses of my glasses have surprisingly turned pink. by the way, today for me marks one month sober - how old does that make you now? 24 years mediocre? stand there while i put out a cigarette and turn the bible you gave me into an ashtray. it’s a holy experience and i’m finally at rest - i’m living in sundays. i finally want to stay on this earth so take this front row seat i saved for you - i want you forced to watch my rebirth. listen closely and hear how my belly laugh now fills the whole room despite having a broken womb because that’s where my poetry blooms. and yeah, i may still smell your spit when i wake up in a cold sweat at night but now you’re just in my mind - it’s me in the spotlight.”
— smspoetry (sexual assault / manipulation)
Omg this is phenomenal
No, it’s my vagina
Okay, let’s…. um… let’s go through this again.
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Um no offense but why doesn’t anyone memorize passages from books and then recite them aloud for everyone at parties anymore.