#10/22/23

[pavelzacha]

Shimmy shimmy shimmy

[reavenedges-lies]

Also I missed this yesterday but I was busy

[klaudia2646]

Sick, sick, sick. My cold is in full swing today. Got up later than usual, took a long nap in the afternoon. I was supposed to do laundry today, didn’t happen. I’m not sure yet if I’ll go to work tomorrow or not. I guess I’ll wait and see how I’m feeling even though I usually feel pretty crappy in the mornings. And the worse part of today? It was a gorgeous day!!!! Totally waisted!

[mozart-tt]

ms paintober (2023 edition) day 22: crown

[rattkween86]

Make a deal with God.

She'd tell him for the first time

If she only could.

Daily Haiku #4

[that-thoughtful-waffle]

It's been a year. How have you been, me?

[automatedromantic]

“we cling on desperately to a self that made us worse” from 2023

outstretched hands

a blank face that says nothing

i stare at everything i am

as it sinks into my veins

when faced with truth

familiarity or redemption

so often i stay the same 

if only to hold on to a fragment 

of what makes me "me"

broken glass that 

shattered for reasons

i understand enough to comprehend

yet not enough to walk away

i reach for the hay in the needles

a small benefit in my pit of spikes

infinitely searching through stabs

a harm that only harms 

until im well acquainted

so if i hold intimate knowledge

on my new, fresh normal

i only see what hurt is

through the lens of a voice 

that pleads to understand 

why i choose to bleed

[hazelplaysgames]

i'm having more fun fighting the bosses than the King.

[flightlesspoetry]

i am once again asking what the fuck are we? what's going on between us, because i'm going crazy this really doesn't feel like friends anymore it's feeling like i'd do anything to be yours

and looking back, i think i've loved you since we first met you got me from the beginning and i've always felt it but love has never been something i understand i don't know if i also haunt your dreamland

you confuse me endlessly, is this flirting? the way we talk really starts to blur things all the terms of endearment and yearning for hugs call me sweet things, say i'm what you're dreaming of i think i'll forever be thinking about the way you called me "love"

and then you tell me about some other girl you flirted with and i feel like i've been hit in the face with a brick now i'm left crying and shaking with jealousy and i still want you anyway, just fucking say you want me i don't think i've ever loved this recklessly

[luthain]

[theswandragon]

Daily Poem 10/22/23

Melatonin pillows Dragging me into the depths Darkness billows Offering me chances at rest

~Swan

[pavelzacha]

HE’S SO HAPPY

[reavenedges-lies]

Matthew Poitras (2)

Hit me up if yall have goals other than the Pens/Yotes you want posted <3

@orrsoared @bqstqnbruin

[ancientcatbuddy]

[blue-butblooming]

“And you probably won’t even know it.” The problem is, I did know it. I knew when my last moment with you would be my last moment. I knew that… going home meant losing you. Leaving that night meant you were going to go. They all knew it was going to be any time. That’s why they told him to take me home. To let me get some sleep, because in the morning, everything was going to be different.

I remember that day like it was yesterday, despite the years that have gone by. You didn’t wake up that day. I remember mom saying you opened your eyes and she told you it was okay. That we would be okay. That you could let go, if you needed to. And then you did. You let go because she reassured you. And you knew she was telling you the truth.

But what I remember more about that day is the fact that I didn’t get a moment to sit with you and tell you I loved you for the last time. I didn’t get to hold your hand and tell you I would be okay. Or to thank you for all of the wisdom and unconditional love that you gave me throughout my life. You somehow always knew. And when I was hurting - and when I was hurting myself - you knew. You told me without telling me that you knew I wasn’t okay. But you reassured me. Even sick. You told me that I was strong. What I hate is that I can’t remember the exact words you said anymore. But I remember the feeling it gave me.

The next day was a blur, but I remember that dad told me you’d left in the middle of the night. That he thought about telling me when mom called. He thought about waking me up, but he wanted me to get one more good night of sleep because he knew how hard and how messy it would be from then on. That it would be the last good night of sleep I had for awhile.

I hugged you that day when we left, knowing it would be the last hug. Trying to hold it together because there were people around, but falling apart because you couldn’t hug me back.

[guao]

Look at the moon tonight