we're all stardust, my love☆

@yabokusou

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inkskinned

mom can you come get me things are getting bad again and i feel every insult like a sharp tooth and i feel my dreams rotting under my fingernails and i feel too much all the time or else i feel nothing at all and it doesn’t seem to matter if i drink and dance and party or if i stay at home curled up to study

mom are you sure when i was born i was a person and not just a vortex. always hungry. always swallowing. no matter how much goes in me i always end up empty.

valtsv

cringe moment for humanity when people decided that robots were "threatening" and "evil" instead of "cool to look at" and "sexy as fuck"

rayadraws

getosatoru

✧ violin teacher Gojo Satoru ✧

inkskinned

i was built like a mud pit. always spilling over about things. always talking too loud or loving too much or trying too hard or eating bigger than a fist or getting all excited when nobody wanted to hear about the subject.

how easy to halve a person, i guess. i stood and saw my body as cake. i was only delicate if balanced, pristine. felt like i was always flooding; always crying at weird times and laughing when anybody else would scream.

i just wanted to love. in sum and in total i just wanted to love what i did and who i was and what i wrote and what i read and what i watched and the world at large. god, did i want to love the world. i wanted to show people every snowflake and tell them about the secret layers of The Little Mermaid and show them silly dances and be okay.

i look at my body and her ruined wedding of a figure and how she is now a half of a half of a half; all too-much shoved into a dark space that molds over and rots in me. i’m wrong when i exist and therefore try to be nonexistent. to phase effortlessly in and out of other’s lives like a wisp, to come and go before they know i’m annoying.

one of my friends laughs. “you’re so extra,” he says.

i take another piece of myself off. eat it, and don’t throw up.

i just wanted to love.

#poetry

inkskinned

i was built like a mud pit. always spilling over about things. always talking too loud or loving too much or trying too hard or eating bigger than a fist or getting all excited when nobody wanted to hear about the subject.

how easy to halve a person, i guess. i stood and saw my body as cake. i was only delicate if balanced, pristine. felt like i was always flooding; always crying at weird times and laughing when anybody else would scream.

i just wanted to love. in sum and in total i just wanted to love what i did and who i was and what i wrote and what i read and what i watched and the world at large. god, did i want to love the world. i wanted to show people every snowflake and tell them about the secret layers of The Little Mermaid and show them silly dances and be okay.

i look at my body and her ruined wedding of a figure and how she is now a half of a half of a half; all too-much shoved into a dark space that molds over and rots in me. i’m wrong when i exist and therefore try to be nonexistent. to phase effortlessly in and out of other’s lives like a wisp, to come and go before they know i’m annoying.

one of my friends laughs. “you’re so extra,” he says.

i take another piece of myself off. eat it, and don’t throw up.

i just wanted to love.

#poetry

inkskinned

The loneliness is suffocating. At all hours, a ringing in my ears - that undertone. In the store, in the shower, in front of the people I love. Lonely like a fist in the mouth, like netting in my diaphragm, like a rotted tooth. Everything I put in my body just feels like cotton, all smooth and numb and unsatisfying. Who am I even looking for. What do I seek. What went to bed and never woke up inside me.

#poetry