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If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.

Oh hey! Haven’t seen this in forever! Didn’t reblog it when it came across me before, not gonna skip it this time, I need some good vibes.

technofeudalism

“you can disagree with mitch mcconnell and still wish him well” i wish he would have died right there on camera in front of america that shit would have been fire and i think what the country really needs right now for healing

scariestthinginthedark

I wish Mitch McConnell would die every day of my life

I don’t want to meet your girlfriend.

I know I have to. Eventually.

My only other option is to tear apart my life at the seams to pull you out of it, but i'd lose so much more than I could bear.

You may be the only person i've ever been truely honest with, but you never really wanted me in the first place.

I'm not sure you even want me now.

I want you always.

You have become the empty feeling in my chest.

The tear that slips out every time i close my eyes.

The feel of the bathroom tile under my cheek.

You are with me always.

And it will never be enough.

So i have to meet your girlfriend.

And i have to be polite.

And she will ask me questions

Drawing the answers from me like some poisoned sacrifice to the gods of the space between us.

She is trying to close the gap.

She does not know how high the wall she will have to climb really is.

#badpoems

There is a beast in the dark.

It is sitting just behind our left shoulder.

A hulking indeterminate shadow with lamps for eyes.

We sit, frozen.

Unable to move, unable to breathe.

It sits, poised.

Neither a god nor a demon

But a wild thing with a heart of flame.

Waiting.

Waiting for what, we could not say.

Does it mean to devour or protect us?

We know not what it will do.

We know only that it is ours.

#badpoems

My inner child doesn't like you.

She is tired of pretending to be grown up.

She tired of saying fine when you ask how we are, when she knows perfectly well we didn't eat dinner last night because all the dishes were dirty and we simply couldn't be bothered.

She is tired of smiling and nodding as you insistently explain things we have no interest in.

She is tired of doing things for you.

She is tired of your gaping need to own a piece of us.

She is tired of holding back.

We won't do it anymore.

#badpoems

I have always been alone in a room filled with people.

They delight in my ornate mask,

The one that hides my face.

The one they beg me to remove that they may gaze upon me.

The one that causes them to scream in terror every time it slips.

I am not beauitful to behold.