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@neon--mess
this is a serious blog. i’m a serious person. there’s no nonsense here
@neon--mess remember that flower hair story you wrote
yes
if hens take over a country is it a chicken coup
hope is a skill
hope is a weapon you are trained to wield
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Love is stored in nicknames. Nicknames that instantly ignite a memory, nicknames that are like cousins to you, nicknames that make you feel like you could taste the flavor of you’re grandmother’s rice pudding heavy on your tongue.
I once had a girl call me Babushka. Not much thought was given to it, its the Microsoft correction of my name. But I remember her laugh as she said it, and I never understood the glee my name could give to someone. Nicknames are joy.
Friends with unseen faces call me Anu. Its a simple shortening, an impulse almost with how common my name is. So is it strange when I feel warmth radiating off my screen when I see them type my name? Nicknames are comfort.
My father has always called me Babu, since before I was born. He says I was born a father… he lost his father when he was a child. To him I am another extension of my grandfather; with the familial hair and the messy eating. Nicknames are histories.
Some put creative twists on my name, twists I helped develop. Twists from their mother tongues or from instances we’ve shared. Nicknames are memories.
One of my friends doesn’t call me Anu or any variation. They type my full name and they’d yell it. They call my name beautiful, and it is simple poetry. Everyday prosaic turned something else. Nicknames are friendship.
you said : "i can't 😭😭😭" after seeing a funny post but where there is a will there is a way now get to it chop chop
That's the thing, running out of will lately.
don't worry i have some stored
that should be enough
where there is a will there is a way
Aug. 17, 2021
Childhood made everything feel like it lingered. The time it took for hot chocolate to cool down was eternal. Christmas day took weeks. The two-hour drive to my grandparents' house took us to a new world. It's all too fast now.
Aye strudie what up
Ayy I'm fine hbu
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@neon–mess
OMG HI HOW HAVE YOU BEEN
HI HI
I'm fine but cold is a bitch what about you?
@neon–mess fdhsksj
It Doesn’t Matter - Aerial East
OH MY GOD YOURE ALIVE THANK GOD 😭
Lol yeah I am!!
Elizabeth Glaessner
Did I meme right?
THE AMOUNT OF IRONY I-
EXACTLY. I WILL THINK ABOUT YOUR ONE COMMENT FOR DAYS.
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Love the writers
Send love. I can’t afford serotonin.
Now that’s more like it!
when people reblog my writing, it makes me so soft and happy 🥺💕
When people reblog my poems, drabbles or art…the feeling of happiness is just….*insert a rant that I have but not gonna say*
Reblog things
I didn’t waste 10 hours posing things to not get notes
YES!!
Reblog and put in the tags if you've ever met anyone famous