Peach/Bunny

She/they Je ne peux pas te pardonner Je ne le ferai pas

[capricornluna-deactivated201810]

this blog hates donald trump

[gaybladetheslewfoot]

Y'all they fucking killed a 1 year old baby. Over allegedly stolen diapers... a baby. I'm... https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/crime/1-year-old-toddler-shot-dead-by-mississippi-cop-during-chase-in-walmart-parking-lot/ar-AA25JSPQ?ocid=BingNewsSerp

[p34ch-tr33]

Mind you, they showed their receipt AND IDENTIFIED THAT THEY HAD THE BABY IN THE CAR WITH THEM

AND THOSE SWINES STILL SHOT AT THE CAR

[p34ch-tr33]

I forgot about one of my Minecraftworlds and found a book I had apparently written.

Wanting (By me, who doesn't remember writing it)

I want to be wanted. I want to be wanted so badly that I have melted, and molded, and pressed myself into something I have not recognized for year. I do not know where the people I have loved end, and where I as a being, begin.

A curse and a blessing thrust upon my person. A blessing because I had been loved, a curse because now I am forced to remember every tiny detail of them. I wish to clean my mind, forget the warmth of their touches upon my skin. To remember is to hurt. To ache. To long.

For years, all I have done is yearn for home. A home that perhaps has ceased to exist the day she did. I fear she took me with her, and I have never been me since that night. I am someone else and I do not know my name. It's forgotten to time, to the echoes of grief and to the chasms that ripped into my soul when she left.

Grief is, itself, a form of torture. It is a revolving door of split second bursts of joy, followed immediately by the revelation that I am alone. They have not been here since, and they will not return. People often beg the question; "If you could return, would you change it?" And I would change everything.

I would choose not to speak to people I still yearn for, for one cannot yearn if they have never known it. I would try to learn my name.

[ssopimir]

oh okay

[koymadis]

never post again

[p34ch-tr33]

Was this a threat on my life oh my god

[lostinpubwe-deactivated20220705]

[k1swass]

[viciouslygiddy]

That won’t be the only thing I’m gonna milk- *EXPLODES*

[ohcaptains]

[enyter]

[jennoirwolf]

I need Victor to make these noises in my ear:

I love his heavy breathing, panting, grunting followed by the yell.

[kjscottwrites]

[consolecadet]

These remind me of this drawing by Franz Kafka from the 1900s. We've been feeling this way for a long time.

[smol-civet]

prev, i'm sure you mean my guy Leonid Pasternak

[starspangledmenace]

[shaftking]

So can we be so fucking serious about the literacy crisis yet or are y’all still pretending that it’s just exaggeration that there’s a massive systemic issue where parents and educators have catastrophically failed a generation by passing them through school when they literally can’t do basic reading and math.

[lunamilliesapphire]

btw, I never unfollow mutuals. oh? you moved on from the fandom we had in common? psh. we don't interact anymore? whatever. you completely forgot about me? irrelevant. I still love you.

[qwertychic]

he has such uniqe beauty i can't even describe it.

[mosspapi]

It should be illegal to have a bus stop without a bench I am 1000% serious rn

[p34ch-tr33]

Hey so sorry if this is weird!But I came across the poetry (sort of poetry?) piece where you were saying something like you can’t go back to your best friends house because your room is cleaned out and someone else is renting it and I thought that was just so beautiful and I wanted to ask what inspired that 💕 (I hope you’re having a wonderful day).

Hi! And thank you so much, I never really think people would read my poetry and I appreciate that you liked it!

I wrote it after I’d had a falling out with someone I considered closer than a best friend and so I guess I was just trying to kind of write out my feelings instead of letting them rot.

It helped a bit but I guess the rots still kinda there lol

[y1ppy-sk1ppy]

I wanted to make an Anton edit today and i finally finished it 🫶