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the pain of knowing a little boy who turns into a terrible person. like i knew you. you had a seperate bookmark in your silent reading book cuz you read it to your brother at night. you stuck your head out of a moving car to wave to me when i was in my yard. you wouldn't go to my house because my dog looked scary. you played superheroes with me when we were little. you taught me how to kick a soccer ball, throw a football, hit a baseball. you talked to me on the school bus in the morning before other kids got on about how you didn't think it was fair that boys couldn't play with barbies. you got embarrassed because i caught you lip syncing along to a pop song that was playing over the radio. now you spread homophobic bullshit, laugh at racist jokes, treat women like shit. what happened to that little boy? i miss him.

#this is cringey #but ive been thinking about it a lot #its kinda damaging to my inner child #bring back my childhood friends #not these assholes they grew into #feminism #writing

I've never had a man call me "mommy" before and I thank the heavens everyday

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I am always losing and finding people. I am always losing and finding myself.

And when people don’t love me back, and my body doesn’t love me back, and my school doesn’t love we back, and the world doesn’t love me back, I find it in myself to search some more.

I will look in my soul and I will look in Dostoevsky and I will look down your throat and and if you want me to I will even look up your skirt and I will look down the roll of a joint and the barrel of a gun and I will look in what is left of my soul, I will look in the place I last saw it and the last place I’d ever guess and I will double check.

I will look until I sound like a lunatic, or like a song by the indigo girls. I am always losing and finding, it’s not that serious anyway.

#writing #ranting #dostoevksy #fyodor dostoevsky #self love #shouting into the void #indigo girls #creative writing #poetry #this is depressing #mental health #sorry this is depressing #i don’t know how to use tumblr #help #do I even want people to see this?#tw sucidal ideation #again sorry #this is cringey #I got high as I was writing this

sometimes when you pop into my mind randomly during the day and in the silent hours of the night, there’s a part of me that wants to believe it’s because you’re thinking of me too

Okay but like

Just think of Jay and Gil on their global expeditions, sailing the world and having such a great time together. Think of the late nights on the sea with the clear expanse of sky speckled with stars twinkling overhead while they relax on the deck, maybe locked in a wordless embrace while they listen to the soft wind whistling in the sail or the gentle waves lapping against the side of the boat. Think of Gil playing with Jay’s hair absent-mindedly, his fingers entwined in his thick, dark tresses. And Jay is so happy, like actually beaming because fuck, he’s with the love of his life in the middle of nowhere but that least they’ve got the stars and the wind and the waves and each other. And Jay squeezes Gil tighter, nuzzling his face further into Gil’s hair and whispering ‘I love you’ because he does, and because the moment is perfect, and because he knows he could stay like this forever, and they’ve got so much time to stay like this. So he gets to say his one million ‘I love you’s’, laugh with him at their bad jokes, and indulge in the kisses, the cuddles, and the mushy-gushy romance because it’s just the two of them. The two of them against the world.