#not fahc

[writingfromruins]

Today i will keep going because tomorrow i will bake bread. right now i am sitting on my back porch with my feet slowly warming up the cold concrete and i am thinking that today i will keep going. right now my feet are cold trying to warm up the concrete that is still dark from snowmelt and there is poetry in the exchange in temperature. in the way my body is trying to warm the whole universe up, starting with the concrete of my back porch. in the way that i am so very small aginst the expanse of everything but the concrete isn’t as cold as it once was.

Today i will keep going because tomorrow i make bread, or maybe hamburger buns, and if i make hamburger buns my father will pull the frozen beef out of the basement freezer and make burgers on the back porch. It will make the whole house smell like bread and summer, fill the whole house with a nostalgia that will warm our bones from the inside out, and i will sit on the back porch and write poetry while he sets the burgers onto the hamburger buns i made.

Today i will keep going because tomorrow i will sit on the back porch and write poetry until i am warm as summer and the porch under my feet is also as warm as summer despite the last of spring’s snows tumbling in past midnight like puppies tripping over their own cloudbanks. Tomorrow i will keep going and the day after that i will make a friend laugh and the day after that i will warm up the universe as best i can with my body heat and the day after that i will be warmed in return. Today I will keep going, summer warm and spring cheerful, and watch the tulips in the corner of the yard ready themselves to bloom from the back porch.

-one day at a time // PD

[incorrectfahc]

Geoff: you okay?

Millie, crying: yeah, it was just these onions

Geoff, to the onions: what the fuck did you say to my daughter

[redfire-blackash-whitegold]

By the way, I’m really proud of Geoff for getting his two year chip. Getting sober is a very difficult thing. Alcohol dependence is the kind of thing that doesn’t just go away after you’ve been sober for a month or two, it’s a constant ongoing process. I’m really happy Geoff has chosen to make a change and has been sticking with it. He’s been doing such an incredible job. This is the kind of thing that is probably going to be with him for the rest of his life and he’s off to such an incredible start. It really is something to celebrate.

[team-fahc]

So y'all know the post that's like

"Kobe is for accuracy, yeet is for distance"?

I just thought of this

Mühn Baah is for destruction.

[fahctrevboi]

someones probably already made this post but i would like to reiterate how relatable drunk trevor is

this is literally the face i make every time im mildly inconvenienced

[thefakeahcrew]

I’m so sorry lmao.  Love: 

He shut the door behind him and glanced at the mirror. He was an idiot in love.

I gave you two sentences because lmao.

[burpeetales]

So whenever I talk to people about the Fake Achievement Hunter Crew, I always say 'fake' like i'm saying the word FAKE, but in reality I'm saying 'fake' as in FAHC.

Am I the only one?

[dieselnectar]

looking at the stars in the sky, you could not tell me how many were dead. that upset you and I could not understand. that upset you. SO I SAY: dream us someplace safer, then. steady my restless and untrue heart. let us go to a place where snakes cast off their suits and mice can be heard and there is no roadkill viscera painting my tires a crusted red. where I am not as metallic and heartfelt as a box of nails. where you can pretend you are not a bitter animal just like the rest of us. YOU SAY: this sun is also a dying star. everything that happens now is already in the past. you have a soft heart today the same as yesterday. you had one and left it somewhere quiet and still. I SAY: someplace we can hold hands in the light. YOU SAY: I cannot tell if we are already dead.

h.x.l. ”THE GUILT WE CARRY”