notsoserious

tragische Studie aus einem Sackgassenleben. writing blog. bilingual en/de

[writingthebitsandpieces]

Tag eins. Mutter und ich haben Gin Tonic dir zu ehren getrunken, er schmeckte absolut widerlich, aber der Ekel kann den Schmerz auch nicht vertreiben. Wie konntest du. Ich bin sturmgrau.

Jemanden verlieren.

[inkskinned]

yeah, but “teenagers have unsafe sex but put a case  on their iphones”   because look at  how much of a joke this all is, the idea it  could just be solved if kids stopped trying  bad things    we teach them: if you’re going to drink, please don’t drive, you can call me if you need a ride    but we say: son, keep your gun in your holster. ladies, you’re a cupcake and when you lose your virginity, you lose everything. don’t ask  questions, because you are sinning if you experience curiosity.     we teach them: your phone is money that i don’t want to spend again but your body is not your own, it’s on loan until marriage; if you ask me a question about how to protect it until then, you’re voiding the user agreement   maybe the problem is  we’re so scared of our own discomfort  that we forget that they’re uncomfortable too and if the only way they have to learn about these things is by sex on tv and pornography and books where men hit women freely,     we teach them: the reason sex is unspeakable is because it is dirty, it is ugly, it makes  your partner cry, it is loud and you must perform perfectly for it, your body must be a sculpture or else you should turn off the lights, to be wanted is all that you should desire but if you wake up in bed with someone,  that’s it, your life is done.   no wonder they don’t know. no wonder they can’t ask someone. we tell them that sex is the easiest way to fill your vase of a body with shame until you are overflowing with it, we tell them that even simple questions about good things like consent are gateway drugs into actually  wanting it    we teach: a movie with violence is pg-13. a movie with sex is R instantly. it is better to see death on a screen than to admit even teenagers  have bodies.

The lack of sex education is not the fault of the younger generation // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

[sixpenceeeblog]

This is pretty funny.

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[lifeinpoetry]

You haven’t kissed anyone for a while now. To you, everything tastes like blood.

Warsan Shire, from “Souvenir,” Our Men Do Not Belong to Us (via lifeinpoetry)

[snorricam-moved]

Ha! Fake laughter. Hiding real pain.

[dvoyd]

Right and wrong do not change by popular vote.

a profound thought. | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

[teamcaptains-deactivated2019122]

what are your favorite books?

(incomplete list)

Autobiography of Red by Anne CarsonThe Carnivorous Lamb by Agustín Gómez-Arcos God Knows All of This by Mehrin S. ( @bettersituation​ )Lolita by Vladimir NabokovThe Secret History by Donna TarttThe Savage Detectives by Roberto BolañoTaurogarchy by Maddie C. ( @mythaelogy​ )A Wrinkle In Time by Madeleine L’Engle

[attorneytrash]

keep your friends close, but your enemies closer

like really, very close

intimately close 

so close that you can feel your enemies breath on your neck

and you shiver with hatred and… anticipation? 

turn around and look deep into your enemies eyes, letting your gaze drag down to their lips, your eyes intense with desire. push your enemies up against the wall.

make out with your enemies.

your friends, who are still close, are super uncomfortable and kinda grossed out

[restlessaddicted]

@honestlyhaunted

@deadjax

@chays-cage

[in-theembers]

Do not say I am “good for you.” I am not a Saturday morning jog. I am a three-day alcohol binge in another town. I am not a good night’s sleep. I am a horror movie that makes you question why you ever watched the whole thing. I am not good for you. I’m still poison. I am just as toxic as all the others, You just like the way I taste better.

It’s funny how a skull and crossbones can look like a heart, Elizabeth McNamara (via in-theembers)

[ipoetried]

i know girls who can’t kiss with the lights on  and take cold showers in the dark and who sit in their rolling cars instead of putting them into park and boys who bite their lovers necks  the same way they bite their nails and only want to get aboard trains they know that they can derail  and i know people who wear their veins like secrets and who shiver when they sweat and i am trying to get to know you but we haven’t made eye contact yet.

K.P.K (via ipoetried)

[ipoetried]

I miss who I was before I met you. Every time I napped in your arms I left a part of my heart next to your lips on the pillow. Every time I woke up next to you I gave a part of my soul to the sunshine across your cheeks. Trying to remember who I was before you ever came into my life is trying to crawl into the skin of a stranger on the street, is trying to break into a home that is not my own to steal their belongings, is trying to become best friends with a person I have long since stopped talking to. I miss the person I was before I ever held your hands against my throat. I miss the person I was before I ever let your pulse beat against the scars on my body. I miss the person who never met you - because they would never have to miss you like I do.

I Hope You Never Read This (K.P.K)

[writingthebitsandpieces]

Zigarettenpause/Waldbrand.

Manche Menschen sind Zigarettenpausen, aber du bist ein Waldbrand. Was ironisch ist, weil wir viele Zigarettenpausen zusammen gemacht haben.

Aber du bist ein Waldbrand, weil ich dich nur angucken muss, und ich spüre wie sich etwas fundamentales verändert. Du kannst spielend mein halbes Fundament wegreißen, in er Zeit eines Blinzelns. Zigarettenpause. Mein Waldbrand, vielleicht sollte ich dich lieber aus der Ferne bewundern, und in Sicherheit bringen was mir wichtig ist. Zigarettenpause. Jeder weiß doch, das man vorsichtig sein muss mit Absoluten, weil sie einen verschlingen, nicht aus Grausamkeit oder intentional. Sondern weil sie nicht anderes können. Zigarettenpause. Welcher geistig gesunde Mensch rennt sehenden Auges in einen brennenden Wald? Das Zauberwort heißt Verdrängung. Zigarettenpause. Vielleicht, möglicherweise, eventuell, es besteht die Möglichkeit das ich auch ein Waldbrand bin, und dann wäre doch alles andere viel weniger dramatisch, Feuer kann Feuer unmöglich weh tun. Zigarettenpause. Ich kann nicht anders, ich seh' dir zu, beim Waldbrand-Sein, denn zum Anschauen ist es so verdammt schön. Zigarettenpause. Was ist wen ich der Wald bin? Oder die Erde? Merkt die Erde wenn es auf ihr brennt? Vielleicht kann sie die Veränderung zu schätzen wissen.

[bad-poetry]

Morbid Short Poems for the Signs

Pisces When you were six you found a box of baby teeth in your mothers closet and that was the last day you can remember believing in anything.

Aquarius If you had a penny for every time you believed your father when he said I love you you’d be in debt.

Capricorn You eagerly crane your neck a little more each time you check the doorway for the boy you told to leave.

Sagittarius For senior prank your classmates hung up posters about teachers, but you hung up yourself

Scorpio You used to always accidentally rip your favorite pages in books when you were little and now you do the same to the people in your life.

Libra Putting your liver to the test on a school night won’t change the fact that you’re incapable of asking for help

Virgo You learned to apply pressure to wounds when you threw your lover angrily against a wall, but you don’t know where to push down now that your entire body feels numb

Leo  Wearing green at funerals is your forte because of your envy of the idea that someone finally gets to rest

Cancer You wish you could slice your wrists and plant flowers in your veins so the beauty could justify your pain

Gemini If it was possible to rip out your vocal chords and turn them into an instrument, it would make the loveliest sound anyone had ever heard

Taurus When you killed that man in 07 and they asked you why you did it you said your mother once told you to treat others how you wish to be treated.

Aries You burn your feet when you dance in the cinders of the bridges you burned trying to prove that you are okay with being alone.

[pencap]

You love him,  you do, and here’s the miracle: he loves you too. You are allowed to lick off the colour from his lips to listen to the hymns in his pulse to bask in the sunlight of his voice You are allowed  to have him. You love each other, you do, and here’s the tragedy: it’s not enough. You are allowed to watch the sun swallow him whole and burn him up to stain your fingers to the bone holding him together to count the constellations in his eyes as they blink out You are not allowed to save him.

you love him; it doesn’t mean you get to keep him ( j.p. )

[pencap]

You love him,  you do, and here’s the miracle: he loves you too. You are allowed to lick off the colour from his lips to listen to the hymns in his pulse to bask in the sunlight of his voice You are allowed  to have him. You love each other, you do, and here’s the tragedy: it’s not enough. You are allowed to watch the sun swallow him whole and burn him up to stain your fingers to the bone holding him together to count the constellations in his eyes as they blink out You are not allowed to save him.

you love him; it doesn’t mean you get to keep him ( j.p. )

[dvoyd]

Lord help anyone who stands in my way; for I am not merciful, and I am not kind, and I am not afraid to make you wish that I was.

say your prayers now | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

[bad-poetry]

Morbid Short Poems for the Signs

Pisces When you were six you found a box of baby teeth in your mothers closet and that was the last day you can remember believing in anything.

Aquarius If you had a penny for every time you believed your father when he said I love you you’d be in debt.

Capricorn You eagerly crane your neck a little more each time you check the doorway for the boy you told to leave.

Sagittarius For senior prank your classmates hung up posters about teachers, but you hung up yourself

Scorpio You used to always accidentally rip your favorite pages in books when you were little and now you do the same to the people in your life.

Libra Putting your liver to the test on a school night won’t change the fact that you’re incapable of asking for help

Virgo You learned to apply pressure to wounds when you threw your lover angrily against a wall, but you don’t know where to push down now that your entire body feels numb

Leo  Wearing green at funerals is your forte because of your envy of the idea that someone finally gets to rest

Cancer You wish you could slice your wrists and plant flowers in your veins so the beauty could justify your pain

Gemini If it was possible to rip out your vocal chords and turn them into an instrument, it would make the loveliest sound anyone had ever heard

Taurus When you killed that man in 07 and they asked you why you did it you said your mother once told you to treat others how you wish to be treated.

Aries You burn your feet when you dance in the cinders of the bridges you burned trying to prove that you are okay with being alone.