stumbling ghost

max - they/them - writing

[softspiral]

Isn't it selfish, too

To make people laugh,

Blush their own cheeks,

While knowing you won't be around

To sustain some stability?

To know you're walking a tightrope

And pretending there's a parachute?

[tenderwiki]

does one have to “be okay”? is it not enough to simply, be “feral” and “sleepless”?

[unspokengrief]

i guess. journal entry

[a-chilleus]

[wonting]

[violentcherries]

Our Conversations 2.0 2019

[grumpydex]

happy pride month to everyone and especially lesbians

[medusagirlfriend-blog]

beauty is fake bc when you love someone all their features blend together and to you they look like this: ❣️❤️❣️❤️❣️

[ruinsmami]

Do you ever look at guys hands and think fuck yes

[lemonskittlesofficial]

me at 1 pm: borderline comatose, eyes need to be propped open, behaviorally indistinguishable from lichen

me at 1 am: planning an expedition to neptune, listening to three songs at once, blood has become liquid copper

[butchfaith]

the female impressionists…………………… they Knew……………..

[butchfaith]

she Knows…………. she Gets It………….

[butchfaith]

she Knows…………………..

[butchfaith]

these ladies? they Know……….

[softspiral]

summer/love

she is the summer love

that the movies always show;

in theaters now, the hit of the century,

sparkling like the lake by the house you adore or

the white lines across the bathroom counter,

everything is bright when she arrives –

but only after the thaw.

they say that feelings come and go like seasons,

and in the fall it seems as though any warmth

is good enough for you,

a winter love that is only bitter,

and biting cold,

simulating warmth under old sheets that you definitely

fucked her on,

falling apart at the first signs of spring proves

what I already know –

there is something so happy in warmth and something so resigned

in gray skies,

knowing the flatline is coming and doing nothing

to stop it.

[julykings]

howdy 

[softspiral]

Anyway

My hair is long now,

I know you've noticed,

But I also know your fingers are caught

In your mouth

And you couldn't speak

If you wanted to;

I am way over my head

Heels toppling, tripping over a love

You could never replace,

I only miss what I pictured for us,

Not the walls

Or the wire

You left around your feet

For me to harm myself on.

I can't stop being angry

Because you have made it so

Easy

To fucking hate you for how

Your knife teeth sunk into me and kept

Me there with a few "I love you"'s

I am your farewell,

Take your threats and throw them into

The smoke I have left for you

Die.

[alltimelaws]

you were my last young renegade heartache it only took one night

[apocryphalstories]

[conceptualsolitude]

concept: me, sleeping in a forest. flowers grow from my scars. moss fills the lonely parts of me. ferns are growing in the pit of my stomach where fear used to live