lils/finn

where all my poems and feelings go to exist (oh and shit posting) she/he/they

[littlcmisfortune]

hello there! 🕷️

i’m finn/lils and im here to info/poem dump and repost all of my hyper fixations <3

currently in a fantastically poly relationship with my two beautiful partners (gay x2) ❤️

pronouns: she/he/them

interests: the ocean (sharks specifically), writing, twilight and all things y2k

favorite color: blue & red (like 3D glasses)

if you’re down to read some sad gay stuff and watch someone freak out over something that came out 10+ years ago, feel free to hang out! ❤️

[koiwynn]

that one house party scene in Vicious when victor buys a ridiculous amount of coke and his classmates get so alarmed by how out of character this is for him that they call eli

[that0rch1a]

I love attention seeking men. like, sure, go electrocute yourself because your roommate isn’t paying attention to you.

[herriot-grace]

Anyone else catch the Addie Larue reference in Bury our bones in the midnight soil?

[nolongeryisang]

I HOPE THIS HURTS!

[everelore]

TWILIGHT (2008) dir. Catherine Hardwicke

[jestdust]

I hope death is gentle when it comes for me

I hope it’s me tucked into my mom’s bed as she makes me soup in the kitchen

And I can hear her and I can hear my cousin and her husband and I can hear the dogs

Faintly

I hope death is as gentle as my mother waking me up to tell me dinner is ready

[seankurwisean]

I am not immune to behemoth Adrian propaganda

[matchagirl]

[homura]

[derpycatsu]

end poem

[written-in-the-stars135]

I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS

PHM??? HECK YEAH

END POEM? OMG

STUNNING ART???

DOWNRIGHT GORGEOUS

[kitchencrowbar]

Simon volunteered to be a practice student before grace started teaching the eridian kids

[littlcmisfortune]

stop

the light was red

stop

just keep driving

stop

i’m not going to

stop

you’re going to be the reason

stop

you both

stop

bloody and red and

stop

in the road

stop

you did it

stop

you want it

stop

it

stop

will all finally be over

stop

as long as you don’t

STOP

[jestdust]

You’re bundled up in the blankets like it’s been winter for years 

I can’t handle the heat of the covers on me 

And yet 

Our backs are to each other, touching

I throw my leg over yours. You throw your arm behind you. 

We interlock our knuckles

We become contortionists, but it comes natural 

Naturally, how could we not intwine

Where else is my body supposed to go if not in between yours

[jestdust]

I

Collect empty glass bottles I didn’t finish

And candle holders that have long since burned out

And all the boxes I receive are broken down in my closet

Why do things suddenly become useless when they are empty?

I can’t bear the thought

Of being hollowed out

Just to be thrown away

[jestdust]

The shape of bodies adored 

The loved ones

Once loved 

And yet my brain recognizes this stranger in a city we’d never call home 

It’s noon. I can’t follow the sunrise. 

A broken compass that only ever pointed to you 

But you never believed it 

Your shape 

Small in the distance 

I walk farther 

There’s a reason it’s still

shrinking.

[jestdust]

Sometimes

I set myself on the operating table

And I see myself

Gently, methodically

Take the scalpel from the tray

And I watch myself

Calmly, forcefully

Cut my chest open

I wonder why I don’t stop myself

They’re my hands, aren’t they?

[jestdust]

The inherent heartache of an empty bed

My bones refuse to rest until they find

Until they find

Until they find…

What?

A second chance? A tomb? Tomorrow?

They seek, eyes searching

I walk down Chinatown, I walk through the garden, I walk into the door

Alone

The inherent heartache of an empty hand

A quarter of the bones in my body balled into a fist

A quarter of the bones in my body hidden in the jacket pocket of a jacket that isn’t mine

Follow the southern star or the northern star or maybe I should be looking at what’s in front of me

I’ve wandered into Maine or Amsterdam or July

The inherent heartache of having a heart

It beats but it’s not mine

I hold it in my chest but it’s not mine

I put it in my hands but it’s not mine

I wear it on my cheek, on my sleeve, on every part of me, but it’s not mine

It aches and aches and aches

For what?

A full bed. A full room. A full house. A full car. A full life. A full hand. A full heart. A full heart. A full heart.