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#midnight!#selfie #can reblog #Muslim #queer #agender #clarkierys #dearjaan #I crave that mineral (and by mineral I mean compliments)

vides: soft and kind. mood music on low. that feeling after u cry while watching a movie bc the movie was that good. falling in love a lot. laughing hard but half ur mind ready 2 make a fist & use it if u need 2

....Reyna holy shit???? this is...... spot on honestly??? fuck????

#answers #i'M JUST IN SHOCK #clarkierys

No clock ticks louder than that of a passed situation in time. Whether a moment you missed grabbing, Or a conversation you wished had ended earlier. Or gone longer. My ticking clock is you. It’s every minute of every day, But especially the end. The arms of the clock race wildly, Just like my heart did As I tried to dull my jagged thoughts into softened words. I wanted nothing more than to protect you from the pain that was already stabbing me from the inside out. No. That’s not true. I wanted you more. Second place isn’t always a winner. Now there are two clocks in my mind One is stuck in that moment. And one is trying too hard to make up for it. It’s beating like a thousand hummingbirds’ wings. It’s beating faster than I can keep up with. It’s beating everything out of me. Everything but the sadness. But the anger. The doubt and confusion. These swim through my veins, poisoning my blood. They laugh at the concept of time; No, they are here to stay. The clocks drag me back to that day. To that hour. To that minute. To that second. To that heart-beat. To that tear. To everything I wish I’d said, But didn’t have time to. They take me back to every tear you didn’t shed. To the relief in your eyes. To the soft, consistent pacing of your breath. To how you thought it was okay to hold my hand while you broke my heart. To how you “didn’t know where to start.” To my realizing you should have said it two months ago. To how you hugged me, And you didn’t feel like you were falling apart. To how you hugged me, And you didn’t feel like you knew I was falling asleep. The clock on my phone says 4:35 AM. The clock at that moment says it’s a minute to the end. The clock inside me says it’s time to cry. I miss you so much. But this… This is “how I’ve been doing lately.” I wonder if you’re glad you asked. I know it’s not the response you were hoping for, But hey, you’re no stranger to that. I wonder if you expected me to say I was fine. Or if you wanted that.

@imakepiesandwakethedead (me)

#this is a poem i wrote several years ago #it was the first break up poem i ever wrote and i still love this piece to this day #clarkierys #reyna i thought you might like to read the whole thing #this is the first poem i've posted on here y'all #please be kind #midnight talks!#midnight's poetry #dearjaan #you might like this too

Your friendly neighborhood Muslim American (decked out in my country's red white and blue colors) is here to tell you that we will get through this! We must hope! We must have faith in each other to stand up for what is right, and to stand against what is wrong! Even if it’s scary, we must still take a stand. In the words of one of my heroes, “bravery can never be measured by a lack of fear. It takes guts to tremble. It takes so much tremble to love” (Andrea Gibson, “Royal Heart”), and that is exactly what we have to do. We have to love ourselves enough to stand up, and we have to love everyone who is left feeling unsafe by this turn of events enough to stand up. We must stand. We must not normalize this. We must be vocal, and we must be loud. We WILL get through this. 💙

#midnight!#notmypresident #muslim #queer #feminist #agender #rise up #andrea gibson #blacklivesmatter #muslimlivesmatter #lebaneseamerican #clarkierys #dearjaan #the-pigeon-man-can #black-colorofdespair

"I am living today as someone I had not yet become yesterday. And tonight, I'll borrow only pieces of who I am today to carry with me to tomorrow." - Andrea Gibson (Andrew)