Love

[purplecheesecakeduck]

And if I don't feel the wind and eat the fruits and smell the flowers... then am I even living ?

[purplecheesecakeduck]

Nothing makes you feel closer to home than being oceans away from it, eating foreign food alone at 2 am.

[purplecheesecakeduck]

Thinking about my dead pets.

Did they miss me like this when I left for college

[kylebonallo]

Iona by Kyle Bonallo (ig: @kylebonallo)

[purplecheesecakeduck]

What do you mean you can't find your purpose. We were not made for labour, we come from the wild, my brother.

I was put on this Earth to love, to make friends, to sit under a tree and eat fruits, to talk to animals and follow the moon, and do some farming. I was made to rise with the sun and sleep with the moon, run around in fields and chase butterflies and dip my feet in rivers. We were made to live as a community who loves, we are supposed to co-operate, not see each other as competition.

The purpose of life is to persist, the purpose is to live.

[greisea]

Do you think God watches from above, tallying every slip and every choice we make?

Do you think they shake their head, click their tongue, silently muttering, “I told you so,”

when I cut a line, bend the truth, snap at the driver who dared cut me off, or refuse a slice of cake to my own brother?

Do you think every action is etched on an endless scroll, deciding our fate while I cling to my small selfishness? Do you think, “I saved it for myself” will ever be enough?

Is there any excuse in this world that could save me at all?

Because they are God, and they love me, even as I falter, even as I sin, and yet they made me in their image—so why not make me flawless?

Why must heaven be a place I beg to enter, as if perfection were the only key?

Is there a backdoor, a crack in the walls, a secret way in, just to taste a fraction of it— to return and say, “See? They’re just like us!”— so we can sit outside the gates, cross-legged, and endure the injustice, knowing it wasn’t that we weren’t worthy, but that their system was never built for us?

[purplecheesecakeduck]

Yes I love green and blue and yellow and the color of trees and sun and sky and rivers and flowers and bears and bees and sand and bugs and...

[purplecheesecakeduck]

One small inconvenience and I disintegrate.

[purplecheesecakeduck]

How am I supposed to think about a bright future when I know the world is doomed, when I know we are actively destroying everything good. We took this earth from animals, we killed the trees, we hurt mother nature so much that she is bleeding continuously. But I am supposed to ignore all this and sit in front of a computer and work for the people doing this to our home, to our ONLY home.

[purplecheesecakeduck]

Nobody stops to look at the moon anymore.

[purplecheesecakeduck]

What is it called when you are in the presence of a lot of people but still loney.

[purplecheesecakeduck]

Are we doomed because we die or because we live

[purplecheesecakeduck]

The morning after I died I wanted to experience the World one more time, feel the sun on my skin, let the wind ruin my hair, pour cold water on my face, look at the moon, count the stars, stand under the shade of a tree, I wanted to eat my favourite food and sleep in my bed one last time.

[purplecheesecakeduck]

How strange it is to be anything at all.

~a random youtube comment under a twilight video

[purplecheesecakeduck]

Will I always mourn something I never even had, will I always long?

[velartis]

Franz Kafka, 1912

[purplecheesecakeduck]

Is this how I was supposed to be? Never belonging, never complete, just... fragments?