What’s your least favourite word in the English language and why?
Because I’m still trying to figure out mine...
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What’s your least favourite word in the English language and why?
Because I’m still trying to figure out mine...
“We feel safe in all the wrong places, most at home in flames.”
— — Kemi Alabi, from “Theory of Plate Tectonics,” Against Heaven
“There is no way to leave history. There is no other place to go. As a diasporic person I’ve learned that it’s in fact really easy to leave your country. What is difficult is leaving its history, as it follows (or leads) you like a shadow.”
— Aleksandar Hemon, interviewing Teju Cole for Bomb Magazine
“If the literature we are reading does not wake us, why then do we read it? A literary work must be an ice-axe to break the sea frozen inside us.”
Franz Kafka (3 July 1883 – 3 June 1924)
You say “we got through it”, that it was a hell of a fight for you
What about me
The person who told you for years something was wrong, but you never listened
The person you continuously pushed further than they could mentally handle
The person you made to feel like shit everytime they didn’t get up or do what they were supposed to
I fought through my mental illness, i fought you to be heard, i fought through every shitty thing you said to me when i was struggling
You say “we”, but I did it alone
I don't know who needs to hear this or if I'm the only one who needs to hear this.
Just because they've past doesn't mean they weren't abusive.
Just because they were nice sometimes doesn't mean they weren't abusive
Home for the holidays with my conservative toxic mom…
pov: her gender fluid lesbian kid
All I want is for a dashing and melancholy poet to fall in love with me and write poems with coded declarations of love. Am I asking for too much?
"When I write...I rarely do second drafts. I’ll do a second draft just to clean up typos and maybe a little shift in the structure, but I’ve always been attracted to the way that people who don’t know how to draw, draw. Their energy is so direct between the pencil and the paper and it’s not cluttered with bullshit style. I feel the more drafts you put writing through, the more you repainted the same painting, all the blood was taken out. It no longer had life in it. Anyway, I wrote this thing really fast."
- David Wojnarowicz
rainer maria rilke, letters to a young poet
“fuck you, my child is fine-“
ma’am, your child’s favourite trope is enemies to lovers because they’re obsessed with the idea of someone falling in love with them for their flaws and validating them instead of accepting that they’re human and therefore imperfect
Everyone shutup and listen.
Enemies to lovers is about:
The drama
The angst
The extremely complex layers of human nature
The yearning
The realisation
The first ever kiss
The exhilaration that comes afterwards
The “youre not alone” cmon guys this is textbook by now
The hasty kisses afterwards
That erotically intense moment in the story where they have stand off in front of each other, angry and hurt and never breaking eye contact, weapons drawn and pointed to the other ones throat, painfully torn in their decision, breathing and swallowing hard, knowing very well what they have to do but neither of them actually going through with it, stuck forever amidst what they stand for and what they yearn for, knowing that theres such a fine line between wanting to kill the other one and wanting to die for the other one, and that that line is about to be carved (in blood or lust could go either way you don’t know!) by the very weapon that they are now gripping and pointing at potentially the only other being in the world who makes them feel witnessed, needed and truly seen
i saw a tweet that said "you love enemies to lovers fics because you think that the only way someone could ever love you is by seeing the worst parts of your soul first and if they still choose to stay, then that's true love," and i pretend i do not see it
you know catradora is really just that “i befriended the weird kid and now we’re married” meme when you think about it
Two days late, but voices like hers need to be respected and acknowledged.
So, here’s to Emily Elizabeth Dickinson,
may she always be remembered for her passion, her bravery and her unique way of loving through poetry...
[December 10th 1830 - May 15th 1886]