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WWDITS (2019 -2024) I 4.05
i feel free and stuck all at once. why do i let this feeling consume me when the day is dark.
i’m tired yet i want to do everything i can in the late hours of the night.
i’m sane but i feel as if im going crazy.
yet i stay quiet. that’s okay. i’ll try tomorrow again.
Will You Brush My Hair?
In the quiet night, will you stay by my side? Whisper words of comfort, let emotions confide. A reminiscence of innocence on the floor we share, A little girl's dreams, a tender moment we wear. No longer 17, yet time feels frozen, Your gaze, like a spell, leaves me chosen. Caught in headlights, emotions astray, In your sad eyes, I find my way. Brush my hair, oh mother dear, Before I drift into a sleep so unclear. One last time, before tears cascade, In your embrace, let my worries fade away. I'm lost, entangled in the threads of time, A yearning for words, a silent chime. To say more when you weep, my heart yearns, Yet, the unsaid in my soul silently burns. Brush my hair, gentle and kind, In this moment, solace I find. Before I cry myself to sleep, A connection so deep, memories to keep. I should speak when tears fill your eyes, But in silence, a part of me dies. Stuck in fear, consumed by the unknown, A daughter's heart, a mother's own. Brush my hair, just one more time, Before the echoes of pain and sorrow climb. The fear that I'll become you, so true, In this maze of emotions, what should I do? Aches my heart, the thought of you at 17, Brush my hair, a plea in the unseen. In the echoes of our shared despair, A melody of love, a mother's care.
For my mother,
From your daughter.
also, a friendly reminder, the world we live in now consists of an active genocide.
of warcrimes being posted on twitter by the official account of israeli government.
of people looking at children, women and men being bombed, killed, starved and butchered and saying it is okay because of a single terrorist group, THAT ISRAEL CREATED.
of westerners saying to look away from the slaughter happening in gaza because your mental health is more important than thousands of lives.
of israeli politicians straight up using propaganda from nazi handbooks to dehumanise palestinians, calling them less than human, less than the rest of us, animals.
and what one palestinian man posted on his social media hit me more than anything: “if we actually were animals, people would care.”
No seriously! I don't know if you all saw Selena Gomez posted on her Instagram story about how she took a break because it was too much. Seeing all the photos and videos of little children, mothers, and fathers dying was too much, so she took a break. NO, duh, it's a lot! People are dying! But just the privilege she possessed to even upload that story. The privilege of being in a safe home with fast wifi, typing on her iPhone while creating a story that says The war is too much for me and, therefore, she needs to take a break. She sucks at singing and sucks at acting. Like, girl, get a fucking clue.
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they're so husband-coded it's sickening!
it's just me and my gay fanfics against the world
Dinner's ready.
(This is so stupid. What have I done...)
After a fight
Oh, to be a muse.
im sitting here. feeling lonely and im wondering to myself if ill ever get the chance to become a muse. will i ever be thought of relentlessly? will i ever be desired till the point of aching? will i ever be looked at longingly? questions I have yet no answers to them and it makes me wonder if ill ever become a muse or will i die before my little heart gets the chance?
funny that every time people said they wanted Loki and Mobius to be a couple because then it would be a nice representation for the queer community, there would always be some dudes crying “why does everything have to be gay?”. please describe ‘everything’. under Disney’s reign where 98% of their projects center around heterosexual relationships, please do tell me in what world you live in that ‘everything’ Disney is gay. and please also tell me which part of people’s wanting a gay couple, that is also the main characters of a big Marvel series, for once, means they want to get rid of all heterosexuality and make ‘everything’ gay. please look me in the eyes and say it’s not y’all who want to eliminate anything homosexual when all people ask for is just good actual queer representation that’ll make their community feel seen.
With this being said, can Disney bring back High School Musical but with Chad and Ryan as a couple. The two actors stated they were ready for a relationship to happen in the movies, but the idea was denied by the directors and Disney. This is why I steal when I go to Disneyland, and yall should too.
harry styles in ONLY ANGEL
reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something
some of the best reads have been written by 13-year-olds.
Happy Pride Month to these gay boys
(Part One)
I distance myself from people and then I wonder why they stop inviting me to places and stop talking to me. I think I am the problem