a very short poem for august (s.r.m.)

No title available
tumblr dot com
ojovivo
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Sade Olutola
The Stonewall Inn
Xuebing Du
sheepfilms
🪼
No title available
KIROKAZE

Origami Around
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Cosmic Funnies

Andulka
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
noise dept.
trying on a metaphor
todays bird
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

seen from Netherlands
seen from Italy

seen from Colombia

seen from Venezuela

seen from Malaysia

seen from Türkiye
seen from Argentina

seen from Argentina
seen from Argentina
seen from Gabon
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@silksspun
a very short poem for august (s.r.m.)
i am going to freak out! and not in a way anyone finds endearing or relatable
Love the word "also". I have more things to say
they should invent a medicine that makes the aching jagged wound in your soul close
i am full of love and also fatigue
Else Fitzgerald, from "Everything Feels Like the End of The World," publ. in 2022
i don't know man, i just wish that we could [suddenly realising i'm coming dangerously close to expressing a real and earnest thought instead of filtering everything through several layers of intangible running bits] blow up the entire world. or something.
There is supposed to be a place where no one can reach you. Traditionally, the home, but now we settle for the ocean, the airplane, the summit of a mountain, the middle of a lake, the shower, the womb, the grave
worst part about getting angry is how much it makes you want to be mean
sorry i said something dickish. a few mildly frustrating things happened to me in succession and it turned me evil
Custom engraved silver necklace by Silberwerk, commissioned by me- words from Belovéd by Yves Olade
it’s both comforting and heartbreaking that over time you will slowly forget the little details of someone you once loved so deeply until their memory is just a hazy blur like a dream you once had and can’t quite remember anymore
anyone else going about their life missing everything all the time
the desire to be in a relationship only comes around when you’re about to sleep, on the journey home alone, sundays, after the club, when it’s raining, winter, at the cafe, today, tomorrow and yesterday
you ever know someone and you think “god i love you. i wish we could’ve known eachother when we were carefree and 11. i wish we could’ve played together as kids”