#failed!

[arkeresia]

he's like the loving doggo that always wants your attention 😭

[newlabourgroupie]

alastair be normal challenge go

[songbirdivy]

realized that i actually don't care about people shifting for george at all because my version of him is so drastically different he's practically another man entirely. my george is personal to me and no one can touch that. i feel so evolved rn 😇😇

[twinkhunter47]

i need to push my shorter ryuji agenda

[yooniesim]

tw more stupidity, misgendering rip

Anon: *writes an entire dissertation about me to someone else*

Also anon: *doesn't even know my pronouns*

Now bitch... 😭

(btw, plum. you *knew* i use he/they, you put he in the tags, but still chose to post that ask. you didn't know whether it was intentional misgendering by the anon or not, but you still CHOSE to post it bc it was critical of me. Not just calling me she/her once, but many times. So yes: while the anon may have been unintentional, YOU intentionally posted it while *clearly knowing* that was not the pronoun I use, so YOU intentionally misgendered me. You could have edited the ask or just not posted it at all, but you didn't do either of those things. Then you had to be flippant about it, talking about "not giving me fuel". Maybe if you don't want to give people evidence of your bad behavior, you should think before you speak. As a nb person, you should know better. And btw. Yes, you are antiblack, ableist, and generally an asshole.)

[dreamerology]

im debressed.....mx come to canada challange

[northernwinedregs]

#249

young romance // for what it’s worth 

we invent discarded gods in basements, from spare parts and leftover love and infinite speed // to make tender things from sticky tape and bits of strings and all the things that were once done to us // from the adolescent feeling of never enough // three times in quick succession, eager to drown, revelling in breathlessness // no matter the knocking, no matter the deadlines // all is life here, in flowing and soaring loops

(how could a face become not a face, but a miracle. a lullaby. a rush of adrenaline. the best reason for losing sleep // every hour spent apart is useless to us now // how love could be but private revolution, just for two)

ever spent, ever drained // cackling - at nothing - on streets that once called us names // and now the birds, once monochrome and cawing, are more colourful and exuberant // and now the sunrise, once dreary and neglectful, is something worth writing home about // and now those love songs, once tepid and mundane, are autoprophesising // and the rage and the rain and the rain seem somehow necessary; for what once defeated me has led me to you

(how could a hand become not a hand, but a lifeline. an epiphany of location. a meaningful direction. a tethered ground. the softest sound // every minute is diluted to soporific gold // how love could be but coming home, just for two)