It's Me

ya boi

[03josten]

it IS a phase, mom

[pr0jection]

show me a permanent state of the self, mom

[blackhoody]

[avvocarlo]

they should make a tv show about the day to day lives of the people who drive 20 kmph below the speed limit and hold dozens of cars up. I'd really like to know why they do this.

[mutatedkittens]

me turning on super soul to try and get my ass out of bed

[mutatedkittens]

hi yes I would like one hide under a rock for the rest of my life please

[dinuguan]

[mutatedkittens]

can't really kill myself cause I havent owned a pothos yet and that's like 75% of being alive

[mutatedkittens]

(thinking in runnon sentences)

entirely internally gushing like a hemorrhage. I find nothing telling on your skin or your eyes or your voice, but you read me loud like audible. Making up stories and picking out bands. Leaning on friends. Sobbing into their backs and shoulders in the face of something they can't reach. Something too far away to say on a 2am curb. But still spilling an uncomfortable assortment of words. The wail of loss does echo down an endless tunnel. Growing softer yet harder like my pillow. Screaming obscenities out the car window because we're young an dumb with lungs of steel. And we run till we drip cause it's a gratifying feel.

No. You cant know cause nobody does but me. Like getting smacked on the hand for picking a leaf off a tree. Where it's lovely to hug the air naked in snow. Yall got a few hours then you guys gotta go. Your family doesn't visit a lot. Your mother comes in smelling like pot.

You're never satisfied with anything you write so why even do it? I don't know. fuck it really. just screw it. I never take it seriously it just kinda rolls out. Just taking the rebound as my nervous nose flares. Like how is that fair? I made that for you so why don't you like it? It took me millions of thoughts and lapses and fires. Why cant I be as thin as the tread on my tires? With curves that make sense like they do on tv. Like why's that not me? They never ever look like me. feminemineminemity

[dubach-artwerks]

“Walnut Mass”

Oil pastel, acrylic, pencil and aerosol

Andrew Dubach 

[ahsananik]

Evan Peters in “ The Office “ ( season 7, episode 1) 

[gingepeters-deactivated20180313]

[everythingstarstuff]

[akareshi-deactivated20170602]

gender: ugly

[slimyswampghost]

[mutatedkittens]

I got lucky enough to put all that pain to rest once and for all in a way that totally satisfies me. He's long long gone. And it feels like I'm finally back home.

When he fed me eyes behind his watched mine from across the table. When he asked about my boys he reached out a translucent arm from the crown of his head and it ran the back of its hand down my cheek. When the sun set, we strolled past the swing sets, and we held hands in our minds. When he messaged me his body drunkenly, we time traveled 4 years back. And when he touched me he released me like a butterfly who spent too much time in its cocoon. And when he came it was wasted. Probably tasted unhealthy like the dark under his eyes, so I didn't really mind.

But as we lie there on his temporary twin, we're one and reminded of all the places we've been. He says hes sorry for it all but he's proud of me. We know it shaped me into who I'm supposed to be. I'm the step up now. He's the leech I nursed with my youth til my hands ran cold and my face washed out. The closest I ever came to being a mother was raising his pain. But now comfortably two, I rise and put back on my shoes. The air is lighter and cooler as it comes and goes, sweeping up strands of hair out the car window. I'm alone but I laugh wholeheartedly, I finally found true love and she sits cozy inside of me.

[mutatedkittens]

I want to disolve into a painting. Make it work maybe. Or arrange words in a way that satisfies me. I love language and art and music like everyone else. I'm left handed.

[astrodickology]

How we not gone discuss this iconic Lizzo moment