Turbulent

Alchemy of experiments. Side blog of tempestuous09

[aviancomposition]

heartnumb

ash disintegrating in the breeze

why can’t i be so lucky?

to fade away to a bleak locus 

why can’t i be smaller?

tiny atoms nonexistent

why can’t i be logical?

emotion on autopilot

why can’t i be something more like you?

[cloggedwords-deactivated2021052]

“don’t study me , you won’t graduate”

— pinterest 

[definegodliness]

Celestial Tempest, a collaborative poem between @tempestuous09 and @definegodliness.

[powerfulwizard]

women talk about how if they aren’t considered attractive, their entire value as a person is taken away, and white men are like oh we experience this too because hot girls with huge tits won’t date me but they don’t fucking realize we aren’t just talking about our dating lives we are talking about our entire value as a person being taken away, not just people not wanting to date us.

[powerfulwizard]

also a lot of white cis men are considered unattractive for their misogyny, bad hygiene, lack of hobbies, complete lack of charisma, lack of any suaveness, and lack of any fashion sense and not like, their brow shape or their jaw or their hips or the size of their chest or their height or how hairy they are or their shoulder width, or the size of their nose, like most of the things that make them unattractive are things that are mostly in their control and not things they are inherently born with

[wonderlace19]

Can you try not to be a complete sexist asshole for a minute? Men experience body issues too. Have you not seen a comic book movie where the main dude is constantly flexing to show off their 8 packs or some shit like that?

[powerfulwizard]

But who is designing those beefy muscle men characters?

[tempestuous09]

I only saw the stars, far too above to reach. Tattered and bruised, trying to reach the unreachable.

Yet, I saw scriptures in my pain.

I only saw metaphors I believed to be truths. My arms flailing as I fell into a pit.

Yet, I felt an arm grab me, before I was engulfed. The arm grabbing me was mine.

I only saw intangible happiness.

Lurched forward by greed to grab the non-existent.

Yet, my arms wrapped itself around me.

My soul in love with my own.

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Better than brewing coffee, cups warming hands on a cold day.

Sugar like stars, dissolving into sweet beauty.

Warmer than a sweater, strands of intricacy woven into silks of warmth.

Happier than boundless dancing on the moon where nothing pulled downwards.

My soul in love with my own.

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Trust falters when the healing stalls, self-worth a battle to be won again,

But my heart is stronger than my mind’s games, and I make it through - scarred, but serene,

My soul in love with my own.

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Coming home to my own embrace, finding peace in disheveled hair.

What were once fragments that broke me, now I see as the pieces that make me.

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Collaboration between @september-stardust and @tempestuous09

[stupidpetface]

[hiraeth-mira]

Beautiful

[loloftheday]

Found in my late Father-In-Law’s Naval sonar troubleshooting guide

[queefybuttcheeks]

sumtimes u jus gotta accept da fact that u emotionall n sof!!!!

[dankmemeuniversity]

[i-am-a-fish]

plus sized peeps? not only are they all gorgeous they also give the best hugs it’s a fact

[tempestuous09]

Cyanide’s sweet even in sour apples

Emotions are weaknesses in a felon’s trial

But even reality is forever in denial

-Tempestuous

[writing-and-nutmeg]

[turbulent09]

[turbulent09]

Add more water to the soaked sponge

A dig at the education system

[pointblur-blog]

[maaarine]

[dragon-in-a-fez]

this is the only valid twitter thread