Oop. Forgot something. This is for future me. ❤️

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@themostfucked
Oop. Forgot something. This is for future me. ❤️
So I have this thing, right?
Where I constantly think I’ve got it figured out
Everything
I got it
I’m working on that thing
Anyway I thought I had this thing figured out
Like years ago at this point
No more than two—but
Still more than one
So it turns out my definition of figuring it out
In this case
Was landing on sadness
And being angry with that sadness
Giving anger all my power to maybe fix it
And letting the heat fall to a simmer
Cool enough to manage
Okay let me be the first one to say,
I was so totally wrong and even now
I’m still sad. I don’t have this.
So here’s my plan:
Step one: acknowledge my pain
Step two: acknowledge his pain
Step three: apologize
Step four: light a candle and mourn the half-baked plans and meeting his family abroad. Laugh at all the jokes I would have told. Kind of, nod, at what life could have been. It’s time to stop wanting it.
I’ve done the first 3 of these steps so far, and finally, I’d be ending this strange song of a tumblr, creating a new one (probably.)
Hesitant
I’d call it a hiccup
A second guessing
Of the second coming
Hey man all I’m asking for is
Some steady ground to stand on
But it’s so much more fun
I may have forgotten what your voice sounds like, but I still can’t go places without finding things I want to show you
[soft awoo]
“oooooooh….”
still healing from things I don’t speak about
Love of my life might as well be on the other side of the moon
I hope I give off the vibe to all animals that I am their ally and friend
Deadpool 2: a pansexual lead, a mixed race lgbt couple, a plus-sized main character and a female superhero with vitiligo
Me:
Things that I like; that I like that I like
I like binge watching cartoons in pajamas all day (when it’s trash out)
I like walks and salt water
I like dogs. All dogs
I like cats. Most cats. But really all cats
I like cooking
I like protecting my friends
I like giving good advice
I like my sense of humor, quickness to puns
I like painting
I like reading
I like my capability of sensing the world around me
I like being tough as nails
I like secretly being v soff and sweet to friends
I like feeding birds
I like that I’m still in pieces, and I like that I’ve found things to like in the shards. I will likely be (as I’ve found, most people are) somewhat broken—I’ve found wisdom in my follies, hope in my heartbreaks, lessons in my cruelty.
I like that I’ve grown
OKAY KIDS WE ARE GOING TO TALK ABOUT ABANDONED PLACES
I MEAN
HOW
CAN
YOU
NOT
THINK
THESE
PLACES
ARE
HELLA
COOL
DON’T
PRETEND
THAT
YOU
DON’T
WANT
TO
GO TO
AT LEAST
ONE
OF
THESE
PLACES
this is like walking through dreams
163,000 people to be the first five minutes of supernatural
Sounds familiar