Donut wisdom

20. he/him. identifies as a cryptid creature whose superpower is yearning passionately and incessantly.

[rabbitrevolution]

And that is why she was different.

I didn't need to touch her to feel her.

Just a sight of her

and then suddenly

every cell of my body split.

Half hers, half mine.

Half sinned, half divine.

-A // split

[rabbitrevolution]

One day I will draw up a secret technique

to be wise

and in love

at the same time.

And that'll be endgame

for all these poets.

-A

[rabbitrevolution]

I close my eyes, and I find peace right there.

Because I see nothing and no one,

but her face.

I open my eyes, and I find chaos everywhere.

Without her, I believe, things have a tendency

to fall into disarray.

- A// disarray

[rabbitrevolution]

Idc what the astronomical sciences say.

I think the moon and the stars

and the clouds in the night sky

are gods and goddesses.

How else would they

churn my soul and rattle my bones

So effortlessly.

[funnytwittertweets]

[muppethole-deactivated20240312]

all i want is to have one of those ghibli moments where the protag is just lying in a breezy field with wildflowers and big puffy clouds overhead. that’s the goal here.

[rabbitrevolution]

There's a narrow road

Shadowed by trees.

Of truths and untruths.

And I try, but fail telling one from another.

I want you to walk that road with me.

See if you can tell them apart.

See, if you can find your tree.

See if you can slaughter it after you do.

-A

[peoplehood-deactivated20211003]

I love you. I’m glad I exist.

[nerdywizardflower]

The best part about Achilles Come Down is that Le'aupepe has used Achilles as a metaphor for his own self and the voices in Achilles's head are actually Le'aupepe's own toxic thoughts. The song is not about Achilles, it's about his own self and his struggles with himself and Achilles is used as a partial cover for himself. Most writers and poets do that, when they want to write a song about their own thoughts but don't want it to look like their projection, they give it a character, a different voice. I love it.

[seaoflove]

whenever i see a mutual talk about anything theyre passionate about im like so true bestie, so true <333

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, from “Mutable Earth”, Poems 1962-2012

[blackwoolncrown]

pretty shitty how baseline human activities like singing, dancing and making art got turned into skills  instead of being seen as behaviors

so now it’s like ‘the point of doing them is to get good at them’ and not ‘this is a thing humans do, the way birds sing and bees make hives’.

[sonateharder]

I know I’ve posted this before, but it bears repeating.

This is a thing humans do; you don’t have to be good at it to enjoy it.

[rabbitrevolution]

Beloved Lucine,

Oh! just how dreadful the past 12 hours have been without you. Every moment of existence pierced in my soul by the sheer monstrosity of my ancestors. Every burning day I've endured and survived. Every mortal I've tried to adore. All of it has only lead me to you. Taketh my soul bewitched and offer but your elegance. I love you, Lucine. To the earth and back. I know we've had a complicated relationship. You've lit my spirit up and left me for dead often enough for me to let it free so willingly. It's one way I get to you, but i have people I love here. And I'm aware, we've fought a lot.... but who that loves another more than their heartbeat hasn't?

I'm aware of your inhibitions, Lucy. I'm human, I exist in this physical form with a brain that's cooked up and a heart half rare. But if ever, your heart breaks, remember pieces of you shall be worn as jewels by kings. Remember that you'll be loved by the world you tried to love for an eternity.

Yours, A.

Hi, this is a letter I have written for the moon. Feel free to scream out these words on a perfect full moon with excessive emotion so she knows how much she's loved. I'll forever be grateful. 💙🦋

[strawbebii]

[isolatedstudies]

If you will excuse me, I’m going back into my pillow fort till the apocalypse is over.

[isolatedstudies]

*sticks head out of pillow fort* is it over yet? oh, it’s the new year well then happy new year! *goes back in*

[emmaklee]

(via The Art and Science of Kashmir’s Pink Tea - Gastro Obscura)

[underwelmed]