Written In Stone

I've got plenty of thoughts, but nothing to write.

[my-angel-my-stars]

People talk about modern heartbreak in a romantic way, but what about heartbreak in friendships? Or people who were your best friend and something more? No one talks about what it’s like to get so used to talk to someone everyday, and then have that slowly fade out of existence. Like, one day you just stop messaging each other or the conversations get dull or they just stop responding. Then you sit there with all of these memories and all of this time you spent Skyping or texting or hanging out, and suddenly that’s all you’re left with. Memories that you’re afraid only you care about anymore, yet you still don’t know how to let them go. So, you sit there months later, wondering what happened and if you could’ve done something to change it.

[world-in-flames]

thedevilsmuse started following you

[world-in-flames]

7/13/2011

[songofanothersummer]

Every day is poetry, just not all of it is pretty.

Brittany Rubio. (via songofanothersummer)

[averno-averno]

I exist in two places, here and where you are.

Margaret Atwood (via remnantsofapoet)

[averno-averno]

I loved her, and sometimes I imagined she loved me too.

[thedevilsmuse-deactivated202412]

The Dream Dress

I had a dress made of dreams, all sewn together with delicate hands as if they were nothing more than glass- transparent and ready to shatter with a single misstep.

People mocked this dress, telling me it was impractical,  trying to jab in just the right places so as to crack the most important pieces.

Some parts grew old, and I needed to resize as I and the dreams grew bigger. People tried to tell me  to get rid of the oldest ones, the frayed ones that dangled from the edges, pieces that didn’t quite fit anymore, but I kept patching and nourishing each and every one until, one by one, I began to fulfill them.

I had a dress made of dreams that I held together with thread made from willpower  and determination. Now that they’re starting to come true I take it out of my closet every now and then just to admire my progress, and remind myself of just how far I’ve come while I continue to stitch my new dreams in.

[triedmybestyouknow]

When You Told Me You’d Been Raped

though I don’t know for sure, I would venture to guess that we were in the month of december and, though I never keep track, I’d estimate that it was the 15th day of that month and, even though I didn’t mark the time, I’d figure it was just about 7:21 pm, and that we were 3/16ths of the way through our walk, which would make our earthly coordinates roughly 42.312711˚ N and 88.983814˚ W, and, although it didn’t shatter my world, I think we were somewhere between our 72,943rd and our 73,342nd heart beats for the day, that my whiskers were about 5 millimeters long, and the total volume of your tears, was just under 2 ½ milliliters, it isn’t seared into my memory or anything, but I remember, your cheek, as your body crashed into mine in embarrassment and anguish, was approximately 1.7 degrees fahrenheit warmer than usual and I, taken completely by surprise, had exactly 0 words left, in the throes of my mind, to console you

-j. altamore

[world-in-flames]

I'm not made of money, just bad decisions.

8 Word Story

[visual-poetry]

»swofehuper« by richard tipping (+)

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[myterus-is-uterus-deactivated20]

men fabricated the idea that they are the default sex to compensate for their biological inferiority and general superfluousness

this is not just the “natural order” this is the language of a patriarchal culture

[rhysiare]

Omg no, you are wrong on so many levels and as a linguist this makes me ache something terrible. In my linguistics class in undergrad, we actually made fun of people who think like you along these lines and for good reason, because you are wholly ignorant and are choosing to spin narratives about things and fields which you know completely nothing about yet pretend you do.

She: This word evolved naturally from Old English from seo/heo which were just words to refer to feminine-female people evolving from Proto-Germanic words meaning ‘that/there’. He as a word evolved from the same ideas but Proto-Germanic words for ‘this/here’. Your idea of “patriarchal language” further falls apart when you compare this part of English to other Germanic languages, of which English is related, the words in German for he and she are “er” and “sie”, completely unrelated. So it is by clear happenstance, not some patriarchal conspiracy that the words “he” and “she” in English have similar form. 

Woman: Oh god this one always gets my goat when people go for this one. Man did not used to mean “male”, man used to mean “humanity/human being”, the old words in Old English for male adult person and female adult person were “werman” and “wifman” respectively, we can see this relation in words like werewolf and wife as being the remnants of the base “wer-” and the base “wif-”. Woman evolved phonologically from the word “wifman” by natural processes where the ‘f’ sound dropped and the ‘i’ became lax. Man dropped its “wer” stem for reasons mostly unknown but I can guarantee have nothing to do with “patriarchy” because phonological change has no basis in that.

Female: Male and Female actually come etymologically from two completely different words. Male comes from Old French “masle” which meant masculine, while Female came from Old French as well “femella” which meant young woman. This is another case, just like he and she, where the words coincidentally ended up looking similar without having any direct correlation in historical linguistic processes to make them as such.

Human: This word etymologically derives from Proto-Indo-European “ghomon” which means earthly being as opposed to heavenly being which would refer to gods. You have some small glimmer of hope here in that the word does eventually branch off into the word for “man” in some languages but this is still too small of a precedent to base any conspiratorial thinking like you are doing off of.

Person: This one offends me the most, simply because I love the fuck out of Etruscan language and your continued ignorance just irks me at this point. Person derives from “persona” from Latin which meant the same meaning, which ultimately derived from “phersu” Etruscan for ‘mask’ as Etruscans would often have theatre performers use masks to give identity to the performers. So never once did “person” have any meaning to do with “son”. So yes, this IS the “natural order” or language.

Please never proselytise your faulty ideology and misandrist thinking within speaking about word origins and morphology again, as unless you actually do fact checking, I will school the everloving hell out of you, stay in your lane.

[radiantquotes]

[thedevilsmuse-deactivated202412]

When They Toss You Between a Rock and a Hard Place

The trick is to not let them know that you’ve hit a brick wall and that there’s a cat hanging from your tongue. To them you haven’t been thrown off guard and you’ve still got a train of thought coming into the station. The trick is to not show any sort of weakness because they’re sharks waiting in the water and boy will they shred you limb from limb. So swallow that block and don’t let it get caught in your throat on the way down. The trick is to stay put together on the outside so that you don’t completely fall apart as your insides crumble.

[d0nn0-deactivated20150125]

i wrote a song about a tortilla

[d0nn0-deactivated20150125]

actually its more of a wrap

[poems-and-words]

[poems-and-words]

[world-in-flames]

I’d just like to add that I’m glad this didn’t happen to me.

[poeticallyemm]

“but my dear,” he said, “you are not a story.”   “you are not a book, given to them as a means of escape from the harsh truths that devour this world.   you are not a beautiful set of words, strung together only to elegantly roll off the tongues of passers-by.   you are not a spectacular tale of good conquers evil, of light against dark.   you are a thunderstorm, beauty and fear in the perfect balance, kind yet frightening, you, my dear, are painfully real.”

e.m.b, the painful truth of the matter (via poeticallyordinary)

[poeticallyemm]

It rained for days when you left– the garden drowned.

e.m.b, excerpt from something I wrote ages ago. (via poeticallyordinary)

[poems-and-words]