THE OUTTAKES

how poetic it must be to build pandemonium from metaphors and smilies; i’d be lying, if i said i couldn’t look away

[theouttakes123]

I think, no I thought I could imagine another reality One where daylight stays all day One where whims could be dropped into fountains One where the breeze is always sweetly whispering When did life become so plain (so boring) A stilling fragment Devoid of violence No sharp corners or broken glass to tip toe around When I found myself cornered, time and time again amongst the pieces I'd wish, and wish, and wish Everyday damn day Sip on the hearsay just to unwind myself and may something poetic pour out of me For I am just a container of irrelevant thoughts and unfinished fiction That is how we'll end today

[theouttakes123]

30% left and it's starting to pour Implicit and irrevocable and caught up in a simple mistake What use is it to repeat this feeling out aloud when you're worlds away So I'll just write to you, the only way I know how A message in a bottle, you can call it I'll drop it off somewhere along the water where string lights adorn skyscrapers (that's where you can find it, if it's something you'd like to read) I'll being waiting on the pier for when this sight takes it stead I begin to dream of home And, maybe it's not those California blues But, saltwater, if you could bring me home I'll be a stow away on ship, Justine Whose to say, old Justine won't get shipwrecked on some ill-lighted island All I'd be left with is these memories It'd be something more, something better than being off dead — what a funny thought Though, there's no use in in dreaming of a place that is worlds away

[anxietyproblem]

[segamascott]

[targetedknowledge]

[anxietyproblem]

[warmfigure]

i am massively overdue for a very very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

[unlettered-heathen]

reblog to give prev a very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

[theouttakes123]

All I need is my music All I need is my thoughts All I need is my words

Is it so bad? This divine madness

I feel it in my fingertips Twirling and swirling Waiting to be caught It's buzzing, tortuous in its very being

Then, it's just here

Simply put, it's a stirring that exists in the tenderest parts of this language

And I love it Yes I may be diseased But, I'm still here, aren't I?

That must mean something When everyone else is gone I'll still be here

And, all I need is my music I'll still be here And, all I need is my thoughts I'll still be here And, all I need is my words I'll still be here

It's a tender stirring That remains here

[theouttakes123]

You're such a la-da-da-da unoriginal sight Thought I'd try singing it to you Sorry, if I'm off tune I la-da-da-da couldn't care Cheers, to that! Bring that frown upside To the left of the down side Closer now Hold that pose Stand tall, perfectly still You're such a la-di-da unoriginal sore, sore, sad sight Chin up, kid! Even closer now This time, why don't you try a funny pose Come on, kid Be original You can do better than Chatgbt! (at least, I hope so!) The formalities of it the please and the thank you oh, and the I'm so sorry Oh, you're la-da-da-da sorry? Save it, for someone less petty, kid

[ghostnight]

[fatimazainab]

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

[soracities]

"Absolutely no one comes to save us but us."

Ismatu Gwendolyn, "you've been traumatized into hating reading (and it makes you easier to oppress)", from Threadings, on Substack [ID'd]

[luthienne]

updated link

[br3ak1ngd4wn]

[charbies]

Gold hair in the sunlight, my light in the dawn

If I had an orchard, I'd work 'till I'm sore

[salemsinz]

[cubeshare-blog]

i’ll have you know that god is a 14-year-old lesbian japanese girl with pink hair

[theouttakes123]

Daylight–it's torturous electric and ignited by your gaze

Close at distance we'd wander to Anthemoessa Gently plucked Stringed instruments bow and shake (oh) bow and shake (oh) bow and shake (oh) And words become tunes Strip away the tenderness Leave me with your grasp A stirring Drumming up Eros, bring me, further into your peninsula Take this arrowhead and make me your mine Aim left of this sternum Douse what once was When I breathe, Sharp pangs Begin stirring Tell me, too, Are you a fantasy? A beautiful bestiary Set loose and fiercely Ready to gorge itself on morning citron light I swear I saw Himeros himself Take sight of you now, too Another animation of the mind