The Moon That Turns You Back, Hala Alyan
he/him • 20s
poetry consumer trying to stay alive. im an adult who says concerning things tread with caution.
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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The Moon That Turns You Back, Hala Alyan
he/him • 20s
poetry consumer trying to stay alive. im an adult who says concerning things tread with caution.
TAGS
#sm.rb <- i reblog
#sm.txt <- i talk
#sm.web <- webweaving
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the ladies’ home journal, sept 1948
sulphvris
iron lung | project hail mary similarities. 3/3 part one. | part two.
iron lung | project hail mary similarities. 1/?
experimenting and such
I got the game and now I get to feed my miis cigarettes too. >:)
top 3 hobbies for young adults:
1. borrowing misery from future
2. carrying grief of the past
3. agonizing over the present
Project Hail Mary (2026) dir. Phil Lord, Chris Miller Director's Commentary Notes
musings on June
1. anne sexton (“the truth the dead know”), 2. anne sexton (“suicide note poem”), 3. mary oliver (“august”), 4. l.m. montgomery (“anne of the island”), 5. morgan parker (“the black saint & the sinner lady & the dead & the truth”), 6. found poems: sylvia plath / peter k. steinberg (“percy key among the narcissi”) artwork by hugo grenville
It is too much
I KNOW I LOOK FINE, BUT DON’T LOOK. JUST LISTEN.
Why can't I feel it?
I want hope, something to hold onto. E-mail my therapist another plea, beg for a few kind words. God I'm on my knees again. Hands up in the air. Give me something. I don't care what it is but I'm so tired of constantly balancing on the edge. Hurt me. Help me. Heal me. Make me feel anything other than what I feel now. Cause this constant chaos is tearing me apart and I can't stand feeling like this any longer. I'm scared of everything - maybe the most of myself. Of who I've become and who I've been. I look for the woman I was and can't seem to find her. Feel little girl small in an adult life. I try. I try. I try. It's like that dream where I run, fall, get up again. Keep falling. Fail to find the escape. Keep getting up again and again.