Thoughts that escaped the asylum.

[thelastchickenwings]

Baby, I'm yours And I'll be yours until the stars fall from the sky Yours until the rivers all run dry In other words, until I die

Baby, I'm yours And I'll be yours until the sun no longer shines Yours until the poets run out of rhyme In other words, until the end of time

-Barbara Lewis (Baby I'm Yours)

[akkpipitphattana]

many many delicious things to analyze about the first episode of ticket to heaven, but i think the thing i'm stuck the most on is the drastically different reactions that barth and tanrak have to the statues of mary, jesus, and joesph

like. tanrak looks at those statues as a child and it brings him comfort knowing eventually, one day, when he dies and goes to heaven, he can have that. in tanrak's mind, god will one day give him that loving, happy family that was so cruelly taken from him on earth. seeing it brings him comfort, even so many years later, because he still holds onto that faith and that belief that one day, he'll get that.

but barth looks at it and it makes him so upset and uncomfortable he has to walk out of the church. because when barth looks at it, he sees the thing god took from him. he sees a happy family that he doesn't get to have because of god. because god is what has driven a wedge between him and his parents, because their beliefs have made him an imperfect son in their eyes.

religion and god as a comfort for one and as a tormentor for the other. maybe my god isn't as kind as yours....

[thelastchickenwings]

maybe my god isn't as kind as yours....

[thelastchickenwings]

[thelastchickenwings]

NOISE IN THE COUNTRY OF VOICELESS

Her voice was her curse. The moment she started questioning, she was labeled “defected.”

“Girls aren’t supposed to be so loud. Girls aren’t supposed to make jokes. Girls can’t do that. Girls can’t do this.”

When she started voicing her opinions, when she started making her hurt known, she was feared. They were advised to avoid her.

“Did I do something wrong?” “Was I always unlikeable?” the girl thought.

“Should I be more feminine? Should I be more graceful?”

The girl in her tensed.

But she wouldn’t break. No, she couldn’t break.

She was born a revolutionary, her chin held high, her eyes staring holes into the system.

She never stated she commanded.

She was the nuclear weapon the world never dreamed of.

She walked through hallways, courtrooms, and runways, her steps never wavered.

She never fell.

She was graceful, and she was dangerous.

She was a woman.

[thelastchickenwings]

'A WOMAN IS SOMEBODY , NOT SOME BODY.' - Women

[thelastchickenwings]

3AM Thoughts

Moving directionless in a fast paced world, not even having a path to walk on when everyone else seems to have multiple pathways to choose from. The dread creeps up on you , the black hole of a future I don’t even want to think about. Will I make it somewhere, if anywhere at all? Will everything be okay, or maybe everything is just a delusion? What if I fall and everyone just stomps right on top of me? What if I’m left drowning while everyone else is doing butterfly strokes? 🌑

[thelastchickenwings]

So, dear muse, farewell. Our love was too powerful to be told in just one lifetime.🌓

[glimpsesofsixteen]

"Maybe all we needed was friends we could rest on.” — Anonymous

Everyone needs a shoulder to cry on. But often, that shoulder ends up being our own. The arms that wrap around us in our darkest moments sometimes belong to us,and somehow, that hurts more than all our problems combined.

Finding peace within yourself, learning to understand and love who you are… that might be the hardest thing of all, yet the most powerful. Holding yourself together when everything is falling apart feels almost like a superpower.

But even if that’s true, do we really have to be strong through every downfall? Aren’t we allowed to lean on someone else sometimes? Isn’t that why we exist as social beings,to heal and to be healed?

Maybe, if we just look around, we’ll notice others carrying the same quiet struggles. And maybe, in the process of helping them heal, we might begin to heal ourselves too.

[glimpsesofsixteen]

'Nothing lasts forever. Everything is temporary. They always flow away and that is not always a bad thing'

-Twenty Five Twenty One

Are memories more important, or is it the experience itself? We only have this moment. While that remains a fact, does it mean we don’t have to preserve these moments for a future where it might not always be sunlit days?

We need these remnants of sunshine to keep us sane when the storm starts raging, outside, or maybe even within us. Nothing lasts forever, but memories, they last a lifetime.

Sometimes they are sweet, and other times they leave a bitter aftertaste. But they never fail to take us back to those days.

[thelastchickenwings]

The 'Mothers' of the country

“This country worships women.”

Yes, this country does worship women, as goddesses, mothers, sisters, wives. “No, don’t hurt them, they are somebody’s mother, sister, or daughter,” but never simply a human being with a body and a mind.

This country respects the titles, not the people who live with them. It respects an idea of women, one shaped by patriarchy.

This country 'promises' protection, yet she still clutches her keys while walking alone. She still lets others walk ahead at night, just to feel a little safer.

At every corner, every turn, she doesn’t know where danger lies.

This country will burn a million candles for a victim after turning a blind eye to every perpetrator.

Women are seen as idols, until she steps out of the kitchen, until she raises her voice, until she speaks for herself .

This country worships women, but not as humans. Never as humans.

[thelastchickenwings]

'Just make it exist first. You can make it good later'

- Anonymous

[thelastchickenwings]

Lost war

Love is a war and I'm bleeding all over💔 You were my life, my soul, my sole reason to live 🍃 But now you're laughing at my scars, wounding up my heart,making my mind go insane and laughing at my love You used to be my sun,but now you bring the rain 🌧️ I used to think it's forever but now i know its never ♥️

[thelastchickenwings]

I genuinely thought we had something special.....

[thelastchickenwings]

Wallflower

She was scattered all over the place, No one seemed to notice. She smiled at wildflowers, And found comfort in papers.

A pure soul, just like the moon, Beautiful in all her phases. No one cared, No one ever did.

A hopeless romantic, Sings love songs like she’s in them. A heart made of gold, And eyes that glitter. But no one cared, No one ever did.

She was used to being the record unheard, The chapter forgotten, the unspoken word. A flickering star in the night sky above, That fades away when the sun comes up.

[thelastchickenwings]

'Everything is a win when the goal is to experience.'

Anonymous

[thelastchickenwings]

Sound Of Silence

The silence is loud, It’s too loud, It’s breaking my head. I’m losing my sanity, The silence is too loud.

Just as loud As when you left me. The void is filled, I can’t hear anything else.

The silence is loud, It’s breaking my heart. It’s burning my ears, It’s an itch in my heart

[paper-wounds]