#tangled words

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[girlzoot]

This always happens when I start talking about complicated stuff with people. In my head the ideas are so clear and make perfect sense, but when the words come out they’re a mess. They might be looking at me like I’m insane, but the stuff I’m saying is true. —Justina Ireland/Dread Nation

[storiesaremylife]

Just a little something from the series I'm working on because brainrot

"What do you even know about me?" Cheyenne rounded on him, causing him to flinch back. Normally she'd feel bad, but she wasn't feeling much of anything right now. Or, more, she was feeling so much she couldn't identify it all. All she knew was it hurt, a burning pain in her belly that needed to find a new home. "What even am I to you? Some kind of charity case?"

    "What?" Aiden's blue eyes widened and he held up his hands. "No of course not. How could you think that?"

    "How could I not?" She shot back. "Look at me! Some poor little human you have to take care of."

    "That's not--"

    "You couldn't even begin to understand me! You, you live in this huge house in the East End with all your rich friends."

     "It's not exactly a h--"

     "You have everything, Aiden! You're beautiful and smart and you have a loving family and so many friends. You're good at everything! You have freaking superpowers, my God!"

     "I don't have superpowers," Aiden argued, which was absolutely the wrong thing to say. That lump inside her grew hotter and she began ticking things off on her fingers.

     "Super speed. Super strength. Magic tattoos. Need I go on?" He opened his mouth again but she was on a roll. "What even am I compared to that? How dare you sit in judgement of my family? You... just some rich boy playing games."

     Aiden flinched as though she had hit him. She supposed she may as well have. "Anna, you know that's not true. I was just--"

     "And another thing! My name is Cheyenne. Not Anna. You know that. You don't even respect me enough to call me by my name!"

    "That's not fair!" Aiden was finally raising his voice. Good, Cheyenne thought. Get mad at me. Make me feel something. "You know damn well I only give nicknames to people I care about!"

    "You don't call Micah by any nickname. But he's one of you so maybe--"

    "Micah asked me not to, and besides that that's not the point." He strode forward-- his legs were so long it only took him two steps to cross the room to her; it was so unfair that someone younger than her who hadn't even hit his growth spurt yet was still so much taller than her-- and gripped her shoulders. "Anna... Cheyenne... You're not some kind of joke to me. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that about your mom when I dont even know the whole story. I just... you don't deserve to have someone talk to you like that. It's not fair."

    Cheyenne couldn't get air to her lungs. Aiden held her gaze, and she was trapped in the depths of his eyes. They were such a strange color, practically indigo and yet deeper, more saturated. She could get lost in those eyes for days. She wanted to pull back, put distance between her and the hitching breaths that brought his chest so close to hers. Breathing his air like this, looking at that face that looked as though it had been carved specifically for her... she couldn't stand it. But he wouldn't release her shoulders.

    "I'm not playing games with you," he said, voice quiet but intense. "I don't see you as some kind of charity case, or a hapless Mundane, or anything like that. I see someone who is amazing and smart and strong, and who deserves to have a mother who recognizes that."

[afragileline]

I want bury myself in the dirt and sprout poetry—how’s that for a legacy?

[restlessailurophile-blog]

I fell in love as gently as the sun rose each morning. Quiet, steady, without haste or pause. The signs were there long ahead the breach and before I knew it, I was warmed to the core and I had begun again. 

[running-like-water]

(the first place)

Have you ever done the thing where you ONLY choose words from the predictive text? I did and then I changed some punctuation and here came this: (strange and ironically conversely FREEING, in all its predictedness)

The first place:

I want to see the new version

and I love the way you can be used as an example. (how?)

(many people have been in my head. ) (I don't think you have to be the best thing about this one.)

in the morning and the rest of the day I have no idea why I'm so tired but I think it's time to go back to my house in the world to see what happens when you are the only way.

I am a little too hard for me to be me.

a statement: a very long time ago when I was just about to be the best of the best for you.

you know what I want.

(you in my head and a lot more)

the original version is the most beautiful thing in life and death and destruction and I love you.

so much to ask.

the first place in the world.

I don't know how much you love me. you know what to say. I don't .

(the same thing since the first time, the beginning of the best long day)

time and money.

and then you are the same thing over and over again in my head and I love you.

the same thing. you want my mind. (everything)

you need me to do it all in my head

[lesbianotaku]

I'm the kinda person that writes letters to people because I can't get my feelings out properly in person. I can write you a song & break your heart in a million different pieces by telling you how you are so wrong about me, & have you feeling god awful for even breaking me apart in such a way, the pain of it nearly kills me. Tears would stain the written word, but I fear humanity so much, I don't properly know how to verbally tell them something as in how I hurt or how they are so wrong & misguided about the kinda person they accuse me of being. I stumble over words, & cry when they bring me to my knees, because I am not used to this world. I am not used to trying to properly function & socialize in this corrupted society's mindset. And I panic & get frustrated because when you write something down, you can correct it before you 'say' it. So you know what you are writing is what you really want them to hear. Not the tangled mess that you spew from you mouth in a fit or rage, panic, lust, or euphoria.

[makebelievewaterbeds]

attic back space

misplaced lost item

place

cross your t's

dot your i's

before lines and dots

fall

with gusto combustion

like rhino powered engines

and these words

can make

a suggesiton