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I won’t curse you to handle my love

I’ll take care of it

I’ll feed it & bathe it & kiss it goodnight

We’ll wake before dawn breaks

& when I’m ready I’ll take it for a walk

Back to your favorite park

I’ll hold it gently & tell the stories of our time together

& while we look at the sunrise

Back turned to me eyes glued to the melting sky before us

Take a deep breathe & then

Then,

I’ll kill it myself

Point blank

No room for a mistake

I don’t have it in me to condem you to this

I don’t have it in me to force you to kill it

I’ll kill it myself

I’ll tell it all the things it wants to hear & handle it gently, more gently than you ever did

It will have a drink & eat to it’s full

Full

Fool

I’ll kill it myself.

Y.

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Can i put my thingy in ur whatever

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anyway don’t be a stranger.

zach avery & lou sloccumb — those who trespass against us (2023)

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How am I supposed to be chill & normal

“The Kiss” by Kurt Brown, from I’ve Come This Far to Say Hello: Poems Selected and New. Source: Poetry Foundation

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Gary and Bonnie lead Marshall and Marcy away from their toxic parental figures. Both choosing the other over their responsibilities. One escaping said responsibilities by falling down, the other going up. Bubbline’s mutually-assured destruction, implied by Gumlee’s kiss. Queer obsession ending in death, and queer love, fulfilled, shown as two sides of the same coin. The implication that these two will be together, forever, no matter the universe.

Do you even get it. Do you even understand.

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If I lie & tell myself

You were just an obsession

Nothing special at all

I was never in love with you

I loved the idea of you

But then I catch myself lingering on the image of you half asleep fighting to stay awake

For just one more moment awake together

I try not to think of you at all now

Because I need that lie to survive

Or you really will be the death of me

Won’t you?

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Wrote something I’m hoping will hit hard, if I post it & get 0 notes again I’m going to give up & live under a rock like one of those fun surprise worms you find on accident.

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Felt these words.

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The love I carry was passed to me by my mother

Our family tree rots with this violent malicious love

My grandmother never loved gently till her lover died

My mother killed parts of my father to find her peace

I think I hate you

I think of you standing infront of me & I don’t yearn to kiss you anymore

I want to hurt you & no matter how many times you apologize I still need to punish you for all you did to my love

My love, something I thought I didnt inherit, runs through me with the anger of a bull

I blow out hot air & I stomp my feet at the mention of you

I see red

Where I used to feel cold I now run hot

Venom pools in my mouth & I bite my tongue for you

I’ll step away like my father before me

Im the only piece of him my mother has yet to kill

When you open the gates I won’t stamped

I’ll look you in the eyes

& with my fathers voice booming from my chest I scream

I love you

Decades of love burn for you

Your on fire

Red hot fire

I run because it’s all I know

All I was very taught

I hope you can dodge

-y

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I loved this, connected with it.

Your writing is beautiful I send my love <3

A man tells me I have the single trait required to be a good mother: I know how to give until I am empty. And by this, he meant I am very good at breaking my soul into pieces for everyone I love. I will hurt myself in the process of protecting everyone around me and I am good and quiet at being taken for granted. Can you blame me? I come from a legacy of women who were raised to be useful rather than joyful. Once upon a time, even my grandmother was just a little girl. She loved flowers and had a laugh as free as a cascading waterfall. That was before she was made to carry the weight of a crumbling family on her back. How can I look at the skies with hope and think that I would not have to carry them too? Every woman I have loved has been Atlas. Holding the heavens on her shoulders, giving and giving until she is devoured.

- Nikita Gill

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Falling out of love is an experience I couldn’t write. I couldn’t paint I couldn’t craft I couldn’t speak I couldn’t sing. My whole life has been me conveying my experiences through art & for the first time I’m at a loss.

Nothing can prepare you for falling out of love.

I have lived, I have cried, I have died, I have fallen & I have done it over & over, nothing can prepare you for the fall out.

-y

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Yanyi, from Dream of the Divided Field: Poems; “Ambulance! Ambulance!”

[Text ID: “I wanted to be worth Love’s time but I / was not / ready.”]

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Spiraling crazy time

I would have given you the world if you asked me for it, if you had let me. There is nothing I wouldn’t have done for you.

So how could you say it wasn't enough?

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I hope it hurt you. Seeing me doing better without you. I hope it hurt. I hope it doesn’t stop. I would apologize but it wouldn’t be sincere, I am sorry for that.

-y

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I’ll ive ever wanted to be told is that I’m not taking to much space.

That I’m only some what there

Barely even noticeable

-y

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Jumping before that snowy mountain when the sky was dull & the cold bites the tips of my ears

Jumping off I see the gray rocky waiting below me

Every stone I’ll soon be laid upon stares back at me patiently

I realize I’m dying

There is no fixing what has already happened

So I relax for a moment

I take a breathe and listen

The sky sang to me then

“My dear lover how tall you’ve grown

You seek to reach heights no one should know

Return yourself to your feet bellow”

The sky never sung so loud

My heart quickens with blood once more time releases us

adrenaline swims through me clinging to my nerves

Memories rush back, reminding me of whos life I've been living

Anxiety never felt so much like love

A greater purpose flashes behind my eyes

but I look back to the sky, and I look back to my feet

All I was ever meant to be is here now

The land before me waits

The land after me remembers

Haiiii guyzzz I have some stuff for y’all to see that I’ll be posting soon i swr soooo keep an eye out k? peace & love -y

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on childhood

Gillian Flynn / ? / Clementine von Radics / @/heavensghost / Li-Young Lee / Gillian Flynn / Oscar Wilde / Nicola Yoon / Rachel McKibbens