lost

do you hear that? [previously known as wispy-suggestions]

[stray-suggestions]

you look in the water at your reflection. it is alluring, but not because it is beautiful. rather, you long for it in a way you can’t describe.

“i miss you,” you say. it soundlessly repeats the motion.

[soracities]

Sometimes I tell myself: your fate is unique; consider all others fortunate—no other has ever been so tormented. Then I read a poet of past times, and it is as if I were looking into my own heart.

Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther (trans. Bayard Quincy Morgan)

[stray-suggestions]

leaving and returning feel the same these days. you’re someone new each time.

[stray-suggestions]

matter cannot be created or destroyed. every particle that makes up your body has seen a hundred billion forms, and that connection cannot be severed. you are a fragment of the cosmos. tiny, but so very powerful.

so, is the universe good? it is evil? does it love? does it hate? that is for you to decide, star child— you are the universe manifest.

[stray-suggestions]

will you keep searching for it? what if it’s gone? what if you missed your chance? is the journey truly worth it if there’s no destination?

[stray-suggestions]

if i can be anything, i want to be loved.

[stray-suggestions]

you feel the warmth of familiarity in your tear-stained papers. you find deep nostalgia in dark ink, long dried. will it help to embrace that life again? or are these stories better left unfinished?

[stray-suggestions]

you wait in stillness and hope for… something. some small ripple in the water; some faint flicker of light in the darkness. anything that could be a catalyst for change.

unfortunately, small one, your metamorphosis must start with you. what will you choose to begin? how will you choose to shape yourself?

[aropride]

"nothing is real atoms never touch each other youve never touched anything in your life" ok. well when i pet my dog he is soft and when he licks my hand it is wet and that is far more real to me than whatevers going on at an atomic level

[aropride]

what my atoms are doing is their fucking business man i'm busy trying to stop my dog from eating tissues directly out of the box

[duckbunny]

nuclei don't touch, but the nucleus is not the core of reality. reality is made of electrons dancing. reality is made of bonds.

you pet your dog and the atoms that are you brush up against the atoms that are him, and the electrons that are you press into the electrons that are him, and both of them change their movement.

electrons of course are not really particles and do not really move.

you pet your dog and the electron-orbitals of your skin overlap with the electron-orbitals of his fur, and both are changed by the contact. you are not made of little motes floating alone in a void. you are a single unfathomable chord formed of a trillion vibrations, and so is he. and the note you play is changing at every moment by what you touch and how you breathe, and so is his. and atoms do not really have edges, and to touch is to interact, and when you put your hand on your dog the universe does not know that you are separate. the song expands to hold you both.

[laughingpokemon]

[rachelillustrates]

and when you put your hand on your dog the universe does not know that you are separate. the song expands to hold you both.

[wistfulwisp]

Before this, we spoke about far off lands and a different future. Now, we don’t speak at all.

[stray-suggestions]

positive personal post here: i LOVE getting character tags on my posts. it’s so genuinely wonderful to know i’ve inspired someone enough that they want to use my post as part of the vast collage they’ve made for a cherished character. every single time i get one i get all giddy. by far my favorite part of posting here.

[stray-suggestions]

when the dog bites, they lay it down to rest.

when you bite, they make you wish for that same mercy.

[stray-suggestions]

it’s a lonely path you’re on. you knew this long ago, but you kept going. you wanted to find love for yourself, but you seem to have lost everyone else.

[stray-suggestions]

claws along your back- snagging on your broken wings. you’ve never been an angel, but you’ve flown. gotten far too close to where you shouldn’t have. you fell down and cursed the ground for catching you. whatever happens next is what you deserve.

[stray-suggestions]

the hearts you break leave a trace of yourself in the world that you worry the words you write cannot.

you need to be remembered.

[stray-suggestions]

years of love mean nothing when you hurt. is it right to feel the way you do? can the monster mourn the mortal it destroyed?

[stray-suggestions]

you’ve become a brand new topic to discuss with hushed voices. glancing over shoulders, hiding behind closed doors. your name is like a curse to them. you must realize that this is power.