Wretched-being

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Do NOT let family obligations keep you from thinking about yaoi.

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Do NOT let family obligations keep you from thinking about yuri.

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[pukicho]

The masculine urge to eat food to live

[mushroomburial]

The feminine urge to fucking starve and die I guess?

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Yeah

[officeshelpdesk]

The woke mob has made Santa gay! Mrs Claus has been replaced with a 5'8 twink named Tony Tinsel

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[wretched-being997]

Stay

And if she ever deems me unworthy I hope she should leave. Because keeping her here when she can do nothing but reject all I feel I must give her for remaining when she wishes to go would hurt not just her but me. At first I might embrace the pain. Lean on her shoulder and forgive her for the crime she didn’t mean to commit but surely I shall grow to despise her and her me. Until then I hope she shall stay until she grows tired of my ever insistent pleading for attention I hope she allows me to be greedy until there is no more for me to take. I recognize I am selfish for allowing her to stay by me when I am a leech on her ever present beauty but how can i stay away when she draws me ever closer and smiles at me like that. Full of teeth wide and accepting like burden of my own desperation is not a forever placed weight on her shoulders. The tilt of her head a sign of interest and not exasperation when I tell her the same story for the eight time that day. I am nothing but grateful for the allotments she gives me. The kindness she allows is all that will survive me when she leaves.

[wretched-being997]

The Monologue

I am an author.

I write poetry and fiction and nonfiction.

I write words on a page to allow others to see through my eyes. But still through their own lens’s.

I spend seconds minutes hours days weeks months.

Staring at blank word docs and hoping to profess the truth of the world I create or the one I walk through every day.

I entwine my lived experience, with pessimism optimism and realism hoping only toa put out something interesting enough to read or hear read.

I am not unique in this but as a species we are.

Visual art whilst still our own as a species is valuable in that we are the only ones who can enjoy it fully.

Written words are valuable in that only we can make it and only we can enjoy it.

Art makes us our own gods, why are we trusting that honor to something without a soul. Bearing our own soul cut up a thousand ways to make something passable but still not real.

If I am to be ruled over I want it to be real.

If I am to be ruled over I do not want something to pretend to have feelings. I want raw emotion over little things. I want it to cry and feel and understand.

I want my god to stub their toe and write poetry about how little things can turn you into a monster if you only let it and then laugh at its own dramatics.

I want my god to see something, and expand on it. I want it to look into a hollow of a tree where there is nothing but pine needles and create a world where giving your name is dangerous and everything is made to take it.

So I repeat. Why trust something else with our soul. We have plenty of our own. Why trust the conglomerate of human conscious that can only pretend when we are abundant in our own excellence.

[wretched-being997]

End

Death should not be written in metaphor.

The decay should not be seen as a gentle walk from one land into the next

The stench of rot is not a melody to a long familiar song

Death should be written real and cold.

The warmth of blood dispersing

Quiet breaths fading

The final moment of silence

True silence.

Death should be written uncomfortably.

We write death in metaphor to comfort the living and I think that’s selfish

The dead do not need comfort yes but why trivialize their experience by making it beautiful and delicate.

Death should be written messily.

Focus on the wound

The heart that beat just a little too erratically

The lungs that gave out for just a second too long

The tumor that took the final thing it could take

Death should be written ugly.

Pale skin peeling from stinking muscle

Puddles of fluid that aren’t just sterile blood

Tell me about the stain that’s left behind in their wake.

Comment on the intolerable stench making it hard to mourn

But still death should be written

[wretched-being997]

Let me burn.

Light myself on fire

Watch my skin flake off in sheets of ash

Crumble under the heat’s intensity

Fall to my knees and burn at the alter of identity

Stand from my dusty remains

More fragile then I started but

At the same time stronger

Physically I am less

Only ash and hope

But still I feel as though I am more

Before I was hollow

More filler then human

But now even if there is less

I am more human then ever before

They frown at what I am now

Messy and easily scattered to the wind

Shun me away

Say it was easier to be the fake

They yearn for something clean and disconnected

Only capable of sin if they found it beautiful

The sin of lying was never one they considered

I’d be so free if only I allowed myself to burn

Instead I remain in this shell filled with a cheap imitation of humanity

Simply because they are convinced that the sin of lying is less sin then to become who I should be

And simply because it may hurt differently to shed this skin then to leave it on stifling me

And I have never been one to trust the new

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[casbitchh]

it annoys me when sapphic women see an attractive woman and are like “i’m no better than a man 😳😔” like BABE you are allowed to see an attractive woman and want to fuck her!!! free yourself from the cottagecore PG13 narrative of sapphic attraction, look at her with lust in your heart!!!

[skullhaver]

#also men wanting to have sex with women is not disrespectful either! what’s disrespectful is crossing boundaries on purpose

[anarchopuppy]

I truly hate how the cinematic critique concept of the "male gaze" has been taken and fully bastardized into a progressive puritanical idea that privately feeling sexual attraction to someone is sinful

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[alivehouse]

can someone hire me as a lighthouse keeper. my grip on reality is soooo stable and i will behave so normally under conditions of extreme isolation. and i promise i wont try to fuck the light

[wretched-being997]

OP is a moth

[homunculus-argument]

You ever have a random thought that's not intrusive, but somehow simultaneously so instinctive and so detached from your regular everyday life, that you vaguely figure it was probably just an ancestral spirit possessing you for a second?

I was baking an apple pie for fun, freehanding cardamom by vibes alone. And a thought pops into my head, must not be wasteful with them, spices are expensive. And I had to halt right there for a second. Why would I feel financial guilt about the amount of seasoning in homemade goods, when I spend money on far more frivolous shit every single day? My own weight in cinnamon would cost less than my rent.

Thank you for your concern, Maarit from the 1600s, but trust me, we're good. I can measure this cardamom with my heart and not the scale.

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Pictures like this were everywhere back in my day but now theyre all gone

[wretched-being997]

A real interaction with my lover 🥰

[i-am-a-fish]

I wear a bra not for my own comfort, but to keep others safe. to keep them contained.