Vindictive

"I’m not clever enough to write, but I’m honest enough to paint.” Ani-23-She/They-Poet

[zmpl]

you have fallen for AI before. even if you don’t believe you could ever fall for AI, you very more than likely have at this point. you have scrolled past an AI generated ad not realizing it was AI. you’ve seen a drawing online and thought “oh that looks cool,” not realizing it was not created a person. i’m not saying this to scare you, but i am saying it as a reminder that you are not immune to how realistic AI is becoming

[havingapoemwithyou]

Scientific method by James Tadd Adcox

[magicratfingers]

the hardest thing (for me) to learn about being a grown ass person is that only half of being “responsible” is showing up and doing the thing and the other half is knowing when to go nu-uh nope

[letterful]

[cephalopodie]

[ID: A missed connections in bushwick 6 days ago that reads, “M train girl in fur coat reading philosophy book: beautiful girl in a fur coat with a red scarf reading philosophy book- i was sitting across from you in the leather jacket. you are gorgeous, i was on so much cold medicine i thought you were an angel. i'm gay but i still imagined the life we could've had together, probably also the cold medicine. you are the lady to my tramp. i'm sorry i'm gay or else i would've said something to you.” End ID]

[magicratfingers]

adding “missed connections description” to my list of questions to ask myself when getting dressed

[i-am-a-fish]

this is your monthly reminder to stretch

[yakultstan]

[i-am-a-fish]

I'm very sorry to ask something like this, I've really been struggling with this question, and I wanted to ask the combined wisdom of the people on this site

I would like to know why you keep going, and what drives you to keep living. I know there are a lot of reasons to stay alive and enjoy life, I can think of a few that personally resonate with me, but I really want to know what your reasons are

You do not have to comment on this if that's too big of an ask, and I'm very sorry for asking something like this, I really need someone's help, I feel like I don't have much purpose

Also if I may ask, please don't post any suicidal ideation in the comments of this post, I really can't handle something like that right now

[yakultstan]

Parallel Fates

clang of the tracks rattling carriage flashes of flora and dust

fractured panes reflect unreciprocated familiarity a boy whom you shared first grade absorbed by the mass of strangers who all knowingly decay

seventeen years of silence now eternal, our bodies lie parallel blood gushing down the seats -

as cleanly as our sins deemed worthy of sacrificial act media slaves, headlined the tragic easter commute

[yakultstan]

The mourning of you was fast The mourning of us is infinitely layered

[itisnotdefended]

i saw you grip my ribs like you were angry i took one of yours. other half of my spirit clutching itself to itself. looking down on us made me fall in love with myself.

[per-a-painters-poet]

You don’t taste as vividly as I wanted

But your heart’s perfectly shaped in my locket

Oh please,

you’re all I need.

Our minds are so perfectly guarded

And our bodies so hopefully honest

My heart is poundin right out my body

Will you bleed as much as you promised?

baby please,

tell me what you need.

Your fingers are awfully artly

And your skin tastes just like brandy

I’m so high breathing you in darling

Oh please,

you’re all I wanted.

— a.b.

[surqrised]

“Enjoy it. Because it’s happening.”

— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

[darichonne]

[quotefeeling]

“It’s funny how you can forget everything except people loving you. Maybe that’s why humans find it so hard getting over love affairs. It’s not the pain they’re getting over, it’s the love.”

— Melina Marchetta

[sl8tersstuff]

I still love the people I’ve loved even if I cross the street or don’t leave my house to avoid them.

[itsforthebetter9]

the ghosts of my former selves roam every path i take and i feel them with every godforsaken step

[itsforthebetter9]

gripping the bathroom counter till my knuckles turn white repeating

i am stuck reminiscing a past i cannot go back to i am stuck reminiscing a past i cannot go back to i am stuck reminiscing a past i cannot go back to