#poetposting

[askthe-littlepoet]

"slut era" they whisper to themselves as they mix nitrogen rich fertilizer with kerosene and motor oil

[howldean]

howl by allen ginsberg

me explaining the plot of supernatural

[spotifyreleasegaydar]

roses can prick

violets are indigo

I may seem sapphic

but I also like men u know

[goatsrulez]

HELLO TUMBLR first post thats not against my will it was originally an Aggie.io with my boothang @vampirebobux but I cropped it >:33

[warmfuzz-ies]

daddy, oh daddy you bastard im through

[cheezeeflowerboi]

I'm at this point in my life where, the place I live, who I am, what I do, doesn't feel difficult enough. Now, hear me out. I've had true toxicity before. I've been surrounded by cruel, apathetic people who never knew kindness in the first place and I hated that. What I'm asking for is just a little more...challenge. I feel too privileged. I need hardship, I need to earn my rest, I need to work for it. Otherwise, I don't deserve it. Why should I have rest when I haven't done anything for it? I shouldn't.

I need to dirty my hands, I need to work until my very bones ache from exhaustion, I need to be clinging to sanity by a thread and on my knees by my bedside every night praying that the next day will be easier even though I secretly hope it won't be.

I need the safe reprieve of my Liege's command, the comforting discomfort of the ship's hammocks, the easy paranoia of a Victorian poet. I need to be so busy the only moments I have to myself are the moments I get knocked unconscious. I need to be exhausted to the point of pain, overworked just before the point of death, bottled full of constant fear and depression--

Just so that My Liege may pet my iron gauntlets, so my captain may praise me for my hard work, so my darling angel may caress me in their drug-like love, so I can finally earn my rest, my praise, and their love.

Ya know?

[pitseleh812]

i've reached the extent of your love and yet i am still not fixed.

[pitseleh812]

sometimes, depending on how the waves form, i feel like i am floating through space. the bubbles begin to look like stars and the depths begin to feel infinite; like if i keep swimming i will find other universes just like this one full of people who hope for something more and i will be it.