A flimsy door, a rotten floor,
a window boarded shut
Chests that won’t close, spilling insults,
an overfilled teacup
Dismissive “no”s, smiles jus for show,
shouted words that cut
A lock, a key, imprison me,
I keep myself locked up
hello vonnie

gracie abrams
YOU ARE THE REASON
Stranger Things
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Origami Around

oozey mess
RMH

No title available

@theartofmadeline
Xuebing Du

shark vs the universe

pixel skylines
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Cosimo Galluzzi
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
No title available

bliss lane
NASA

PR's Tumblrdome

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Germany
seen from China
seen from France

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Brazil

seen from Ecuador

seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
seen from France

seen from United States

seen from Israel

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
@otimaybe
A flimsy door, a rotten floor,
a window boarded shut
Chests that won’t close, spilling insults,
an overfilled teacup
Dismissive “no”s, smiles jus for show,
shouted words that cut
A lock, a key, imprison me,
I keep myself locked up
I would like to live in forests,
hiding in the tallest trees.
I would like to live in rivers,
flowing down the stream with ease.
I would like to live in mountains,
rocky inconsistencies.
I would like to live in grass fields,
far from all uncertainties.
I’d hide my sin,
in gusts of wind,
To feel that sweet release.
My mind in glints,
of who I’ve been.
So I can live in peace.
I’d like to live,
To breathe, to heal,
I could, I am, I will.
I DO CARE I CARE ABOUT EVERYTHING
I CARE SO MUCH IT GETS ME ACHING AND ICKY AND ITCHING MY SKIN FOR RELEASE
AND GRIPPING AND CLAWING AND PINCHING FOR PEACE
TILL I’VE SCRATCHED AND BRUISED EVERY INCH OF MY SHINS
TEARS STAIN MY SHIRT AND THE ROOM STARTS TO SPIN
THE GROUNDS GETS CLOSER THE LIGHTS TURN DIM
I DON’T KNOW WHERE I AM CAN’T REMEMBER WHERE I’VE BEEN
BUT I KNOW WHERE I’M GOING AND THAT I WON’T LIKE IT THERE
how much longer till the weekend, how long till we go home
how much longer till the school day ends, i wanna be alone
how much longer till vacation, how much longer till it snows
how much longer till i stop asking how long till i can go
how much longer till i move away, how long till i’m sixteen
how much longer till im dead, how long will i stay here
how much longer till the holiday, how much longer till new years
how much longer till I’m dying, will it hurt to leave?
I just made a decision
To marry you. Yay yay
show me the ring
oti
anon
Yo, why is it that it is but it isn't yet it still is?
that’s classified, but i can reveal that it infact is
And I just hate how anytime I’m bullshitting I speak with the eloquence of a 16th century poet but when I try to say anything of like a tiny speck of importance I sound like a fucking frat boy.
Like my entire creative process is just me feeling Big Feelings and writing them down and then going back later and cringing for good minute or two before making it all rhyme and turning stuff like “it just makes me really fucking tired bro” into “and exhaustion taints my mind and paints my under eyes blue” or some shit until i Loose The Write and sit there like “what rhymes with blue … duuuude. Ah shit the frat boy is back better luck next time”
it’s hard to feel at home when there’s a bag on your floor
even my things don’t have a place they belong
like me they move from door to door
just stay in the bag all week long
i’ve never slept in one bed for over a week at a time
every night monachopsis comes creeping in my mind
and i never have control over all of my things
half is at mums the other half has gone missing
lost between moving from room to room
tomb to tomb. theres always a bag in my room
“what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”
what doesn’t kill me makes me want to kill myself
what doesn’t kill me mutates and tries again
it takes things you cannot ever regain
leaves you in places you cannot escape
traps you, forces you to shut yourself away
isolate
that kills you
what doesn’t kill you has something else close behind
that kills you in a way that takes a lot more time
it creeps through your eyes and settles in your mind
hurts in pretty ways you can turn into rhymes
and hurts in ugly ways that you lock up and hide
it robs you of your pride
it makes you very very tired
kills you and it does it all from inside
kills you and blames it on Suicide
Me and my bsf based on this picrew thing that we did
@otimaybe
my favourite artist<3
PICREW TAG GAME!!!
use this picrew maker, and tag your moots!
Me!! It looks quite close to me in irl :3
no pressure tags!:
@whatonearthisgoingon @mrecury42 @mochamoony @yes-ofc-i-bite @acelovesremuslupin @notthesodaa @theheightsarewuthering
@bilegyrtheking @btfirelord @thattransgirllora @transcommiefromouterspace @thegenderfluidgokenin @peepawsammywammywoo @kuromiota @akiseochi
This is about as close to me as i could get
@keirtheanarchist @otimaybe @banjo15 @k4rlm4rxs-1mm0rt4l-c4t @parallel-system
pretty decent
@river410 @noobygg1
I know it’s bad when I write easier than I breathe
and the breath that does come, comes in hitches and heaves
and all I ever think about is when I leave
the party, the job, the town, people
the feels
that make it easier to write
gets words spilling out of me left and right
out to the night to reunite with the rivers they came from
whispering light
“it’s alright”
I’m sorry I’m a dickhead, it’s just that I’m young
I’m sorry I’m distant, my brain developed wrong
it’s sounds impossible but I promise it’s not
you’d be surprised how easy it is to fuck someone up
when they’re young
when you’re supposed to be mum
and be safe
but I used to daydream of escape
of brilliant places, of far far away
I don’t think I was ever okay
when I was young
I can’t tell when I’m hungry anymore
I’m always hurting but I’m not sure
where or why or for how long
this pain in my gut has been going on
when did I last eat?
how am I supposed to feel
the difference between
hungry and full
actually I think I’m just ill
when did I last eat?
I think it’s my heart that is hungry
for safety
and my head that is full and my gut is just aching
from confusion and maybe it’s the caffeine
I should eat something
@theatreandducks @jaydenartemis97 @mistykitten-gxm @er-idkhehe @moonlarkandpinetree @maycelah @silvermuncher @penultimate-peril @mysteriousmsf @fliresiidefrfr @orangejuicefromgeico @ocherine @kronkys-f-art @astraeajackson @solreefswift @underscorep2 @cnjsmnzz @shanelbronynsonicfan @sxftlii-lizziee @taylorswiftfostersitagain @stagedoor-sobber @ann-lol @daggernamedhope @clarityroses2 @leftduckdetective @alaydabug2 @sprout-the-red-panda
A mix of heart, discman, and VHS :D
TAGATAGTAGAS: @crunchmunchmunchcrunch @forgthetheaterkid @xxvioriththefoxxx @therealranunculus
THESE ARE HORRIFYING
VHS I think!
@lavaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa @sondheim-girly
@indighostoast @notsolaris
hmm i think mostly vhs and a bit of discman!!
@silly-activites @caffeinated-object @purple-dinosaur17 @i-love-my-gays @prog-elitist + anyone else
I think mostly VHS but also heart
@green-the-corvus @sadly-god @somefuckingcreature @franklyobsessed @that1weirdbandkid @rins-batcave @patheticboytodd @chickencentaur @mildlybizarrecorvid
VHS but also discman. What about me
@hauntedmoontimetravel @necromancers-incorporated @sillyness-incarnate @anomymous2
VHS, gasmask, moth and teeth(friendly manner). Tags
@overwhelmedfernfrond,@thespideysavvy,@xoxo-ares,@ruler-of-nothing-important,@rottingangel9,@lunadreamsdespondently,@lyssieslife524,@mauvelsy,@shadowcreature2,@bridgemino,@inspirationallybored,@verdantachillean,@theoneautisticthespian,@themushroomstheyfoundme,@endlessnebula,@elusiveworm,@hauntedfragility+open tags
VHS and teeth (not in a bad way just coz i just want to fight anyone i can)
@what-is-going-on-im-confused @sparklywafflefry @potted-plant-official @thatoneartist-inthecorner @frooglet @blacklicoriceisgood @dizzycloudzzz +open tagss
VHS and heart 😎
Also ty for the tag <333
@aroace-not-arokay @m1kuuuuu @wood-leaf-tee-hee @saltycatgirl @mrecury42 @i-eat-asphalt @ommatophile @onesingularbraincell @14-opossums-in-a-trenchcoat @thatoneartist-inthecorner @the-toaster-rat @1shouldbedoinghomeworknow @coffeeadaykeepsthesleepaway
+ no pressure
+ everyone else
+ open tags!!! (FR OPEN TAGS, DON'T BE FEARFUL)
Vhs and flame @carrotwritesalot @transcommiefromouterspace @thesaltyblobfish
VHS and flame
@otimaybe @anarkittyyy @keirtheanarchist @banjo15
VHS and beer
also i can’t help but notice how literally everyone picked VHS…need i say group weird movie marathon?
@river410
First poem/song/whatever I wrote.
There once was a little girl
Who’s grades never dropped and who’s hair never curled
They told her she would rule the world
Now she doesn’t even have motivation to work
5, 5, 5, 5, 5’s all around
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why does she sound
So damn disappointed
All this could be avoided
If you had just taught her how to work hard
Instead of telling her she was naturally smart
There’s a not so little girl
Who’s grades won’t rise and who’s hair still won’t curl
And all she needs is for someone to tell her
Just cause you’re not great yet doesn’t mean you won’t get better
3, 3, 3, 3, 3, and a four
Knees, knees, knees, knees drop to the floor
Shes so disappointed
All this would’ve been avoided
If you had just taught her she has to work hard
To make it in life to let down that guard
She put up when she was only eleven years old
All these years she has never told a single soul
she’s terrified of getting old cause the world is cold
And it wasn’t made for gifted kids
Might as well call it quits
There once was a little girl
Who’s grades couldn’t drop and who’s hair couldn’t curl
They ordered her rule the world
She’s struggling to survive it
3, 4, 3, 2, 2, 2, 1
3, 3, 2, 2, what have i done
She failed science
She has to tell her parents
There once was a teenage girl
Her parents were shouting and yelling at her
She was gonna rule the world
But she can’t cause she doesn’t know how chemistry works
If only she knew what it meant to work hard
To push through and try, she would have made it so far
She’d shine like the sun amongst millions of stars
And her parents would tell her how proud they are
But she’s growing too old too quickly,
the world is cold
And it was not made for gifted kids