#alt lilt

[archaoism]

Gladiator of the Soul-Eater, some bottom feeder to the Darkened Age rests in the full stop throat of all the What Ifs, the Could-Have-Beens, the Let It Go. Let it go. Learn it in principal, master the Circuit Architecture of its more profound meanings, the ones that used to make you weep, down to the very particles of your atoms, the ones I snuck into after hours while you were sleeping, I make No Apologies for This One, I could not help myself. You didn't want me to, I could tell, how you leaned Hungry in- to me, ate the bone marrow of my most intimate theories, ones I have not even shared with myself yet -- yes, goddammit, I live absent in the dark of myself as often (more) than I leave others in the dark of my absence.

[our-unspoken-stories-blog]

There's a storm in your chest where your heart used to be and you're praying they can't see the way your fingers shake when you hold things or the way your eyes never look at the same place twice. Your throat is filled with too much wind and you  wonder if that's what it feels like to breathe right out of tornado. You are prey caught in bear-traps and everyone around you is the lion. They ask you what you are afraid of and you tell them to listen to the way your heart beats under your skin. Tell them to listen to the angry hum of your bones when you shake and the way your veins never rest. Ask them if they hear your body betray you, ask them if they hear it scream: everything, everything, everything.

Anxiety. by Reena Bakir

[staygoldenmyfriends]

i can see it in ur eyes

all that disappointment

congealing into a long ass lecture