#spill ink

[unseenmonstermuse]

There’s something healing about creating a home you genuinely love being in.

[ioshk]

May every yapper find their attentive listener. 🙏🏼

[southindiangiirl]

I still don't get it, but we girls melt a little when our partner gets jealous of another guy.

Not because of the jealousy— but because, for a moment, it reminds us that losing us would matter.

[madewithonerib]

There’s a Turkish saying: “You fall in love with a pair of eyes, and then you become blind to all other eyes.”

[x-strwbrry]

🌹 the boys i’ve met never reached the height of his pink sock

they call themselves men

but flinch at eyeliner

or a skirt

or softness

or anything that doesn’t scream control.

i’ve dated boys who’d rather die than feel.

boys who post shit on facebook like

“if you wear fluffy pink slippers, unfriend me.”

as if a color could threaten masculinity.

as if freedom offends them more than cruelty.

and then there’s him.

the boy in the skirt.

the lipstick-smudged saint.

the chaos incarnate with poetry under his nails.

he walks like a question no one dares to answer.

he bleeds in songs and heals in screams.

he is more man in fishnets

than any of the concrete-headed boys i’ve shared a bed with.

he is father to the lost sons who mock him.

they’ll never admit it,

but he makes them feel the absence of a father

they never really had.

he’s not performing.

he’s surviving —

in glitter, in leather, in truth.

and me?

i’m done apologizing for wanting more.

for wanting a man who doesn’t choke on vulnerability.

who isn’t terrified by art, or color, or fucking honesty.

i’m not soft.

i’m not easy.

i’m a goddamn firestorm

and i need a match, not a muzzle.

so if my standards burn you —

step aside.

this isn’t your story.

this is mine.

and it’s fucking loud.

[inked-soull]

//Smoke//

You're the lit tip

Of a cigarette

I drag into my lungs

Pressed between my lips

Held precariously

You're the reason I burn

You float in the snow clouds

Like cats on the walls

Silence wafts in the skies

[most-ment]

Write

More and more people

Seek refuge in their words

More and more need to

Find an escape from the world

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Soo many new souls

Captured by darkness

Will never feel whole

As the world itself darkens

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What can they do

But find joy in the little things?;

Finds different shades in the blue

Try to fill the void the world brings

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What can they do

Than try to aspire?;

Make their dreams come true

Be the ones that they admire

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What can they do

But fantasise?;

Make a different world in their view

Make a different life,

that's not true

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What can they do, what else can they try?

There's nothing they can do but write

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Note: hi loves! Tests have started for me and it's hectic. Hope you like the poem

Word of the day:Eramnesia

The realization of being born in the wrong time period and wishing to live in another

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