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smakkabagms

I am hooded in dusk, doing nothing worthy of the time allotted to me

bonewhite light, another death

moon’s handsome rictus, sticky with generosity

memories obsolete

unlit tedium of tomorrow nightlong, daylight fails

I enter the lighthouse irrefutable

shdidihrhdjs-deactivated2018081

I miss you I miss, Who I was With you too.

Tenari Ioapo (via words-she-will-never-say)

meanwhilepoetry

There is witchcraft in our blood, in our bones we carry the magic that you could not burn away. You see, fire does not eat fire. Your mother would have taught you that if the world hadn’t convinced her that despite her body being able to bring life into this world, she is not a magical thing. Maybe the witches you burned were the daughters of something more holy than you could ever handle. So you set them alight for being different, forgetting that even the son of your God was once condemned for being too pure, too beautiful, too different for this world. History devoured your name, but we have never forgotten what you did, witch hunter. You see, fire never forgets. When you burned the witches you thought what you did was small. But the flames gave birth to ideas and the ideas set alight souls. For every witch you burned there are now a thousand witch women living differently, and standing tall. And you may have burned some of us, but you will never destroy us all.

Nikita Gill, To the Men Who Burned Witches (via meanwhilepoetry)

txla

griffys

me @ myself: maybe u should try not to depend so much on validation and attention from others because u really let it dictate your mood and it’s so unhealthy

me: huh. interesting. anyway whom here loves me

guiltygirl

someone: but if you sleep so much why are you still tired me: i am depressed and i have depression

mothermaybelle

-Jade? -Alexander? ‒ Do you remember that day you fell out of my window? ‒ I sure do‒you came jumping out after me. ‒ Well, you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass, and you were bleeding all over the place, and I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that? ‒ Yes, I do. ‒ Well, there’s something I never told you about that night. ‒ What didn’t you tell me? ‒ Well, while you were sitting in the back seat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you, and I never told you til just now

triplesixmafia

angelicguy

jooces

Dick Game Diego

phuk-ewe-deactivated20221207

Extinction: avoided

Species: saved

Dick: out

phuk-ewe-deactivated20221207

I AM FORCIBLY REMOVED FROM THE ENDANGERED SPECIES LIST

amargedom

“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.”

Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via amargedom)

undergroundghosts

i need ! !! to be ! !!! !! ! ! kissed ! !! !! ! !! and held!! !!! ! ! ! and !!!! !! kissed some more!! !! ! !!!

adandelionfield-deactivated2021

Absence

Your absence is striking.

I reach for my heart, but it’s no longer there, beneath my ribs.

I’d wonder where it went, but I already know the answer. It lies in your hands, defenceless and vulnerable. I’d wonder about its state but I know you’ll keep it safe.

Please ponder, carefully, before passing it on. Realise that “I love you”, I would never want to hurt you, and I long to see your smile and hear you laugh.

It’s not resilient, my heart, it’s not even tough, but it will follow you wherever you go; it will wish to stay, right next to yours.

Please, understand, that is why I say that your absence hurts me. The empty halls remind me of how we could never speak again, just like that, without a single whisper.