#recent writings

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Naming

I don't know why but I'm hella good at naming shit. I just want to name things like gimme a character or plant or table fuck if I care I just wanna name things

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Anyone else love the fact that Finn doesn't hav any issues with boundaries? Like, he takes Rey's hand and he has no problem using Rey as a stepping stool to see Han's stolen hangar. I'm really loving him right now. It's like a pack of foxhounds on a hunt. They all do everything together in a huge pack where they are all in close quarters, not uncomfortably, but not so they have personal space either. It's an interesting possible part of clone culture.

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Want

I want to see the world and hike mountains and climb trees and sing with the birds and float in the sea and swim with the dolphins and breath in warm summer air.

I want to curl up next to someone and sleep for all eternity. Rest my head on their shoulder. Let my anxiety fall away, into the void.

I want to live without fear and with hope. Hope that I can enjoy all life brings. Enjoy the little things. Enjoy being myself instead of fearing people seeing it.

I want to hope. I want to learn. I want to live.

I want to love.

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Recent Writings #3

“Uraia, but yes,” Mavis rolled her eyes and smiled, “You don’t think Emma would do those things? Because you’re so wrong then. She would do those and then add in cultural acceptance and acknowledgment.”

Kenzie barked a laugh, “And Ezra won’t do that too?”

“I honestly believe that he wouldn’t think of it. It’s not that I don’t think he would do it, I just doubt that he would grasp the need for it, and build a program to address it,” Mavis responded, opening the cooler.

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Recent Writings #1

Behind the walnut stained, pine counter was a brick wall with hanging shelves. Made up of naturally stained cypress boards and thick rope. Mason jars filled with succulents and herbs, framed pictures of Pooka, the family dragon, and the other animals from home -- as well as small art pieces and knick-knacks from all over the Verse littered the shelves.

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The love that shouldn't be ours

Relationships that shouldn't be happening are the hardest to handle. They rip you limb from limb, numbingly leading you down a road subconsciously you know is the wrong one. With these faults we find ourselves screaming at ourselves at 10:30pm Sunday night, questioning why we let it happen again. Why, why oh why I let myself torture myself one more time. One more person, it'll be different. One more. They wont hurt you like she did. They wont hurt you like he did. Always looking for something better than the last because the last was just a terrible attempt at healing a wound you patched over for now anyway. It's like paying credit cards off with other credit cards, and regretting what you bought that put you here. To this day I regret my first purchase, my first love, my first glimpse of what happiness could be. I had the most beautiful girl in the world, she made my universe work and gave me a reason to push air into my lungs. Being totally, completely, utterly in love with someone. She was my first relationship I wasn't meant to have. Each patch comes with the hope I'll find another person like her. To be so blind in love I couldn't see another even if I wanted to. To feel something that felt right, and true. Even then, I felt guilty. It was a relationship I shouldn't have had. Romeo and Juliet in the simplest of terms. With each patch I fall more in love with her, and distance myself more and more. She's captured my heart for three years, and I don't want it back. She's in a relationship with a person she will most likely marry, but she happy. She is happy with a woman who I cannot be, and I've never been happier for her. She was my first love, my first big purchase if you will, and the reason I need these patches.

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Walter Benjamin | Recent Writings | a copy is a meta-original