#this post is accidentally a poem

[stringcage]

"snoopy is the best dog" "no it's blue" SLEEP on Coconut again. I dare you

[billsloomis1996]

what a beautiful feeling.

[hersurvival]

And I poured,

Spoke of how it hurt.

And he kissed me,

All over.

[cringefaecompilation]

the trouble with bias is that you'll always have a blind spot. sometimes it's fine. it’s okay if it's a good bias against bad people. everyone tells you that you're doing the right thing.

(i know they'd be real proud of you.)

but what is a bad person? obviously, it's someone who hurts people for fun. so anyone who does that is bad. unless… they were just defending themselves. then we shouldn't get too caught up in philosophy and semantics!

(his name was cyrus.)

i mean, they're good to you! they listen to you, even when you don't pray! they said they were sorry, right? why else would they listen to a nonbeliever if not out of the kindness of their hearts?

(the only time they've ever spoken to me was the one who tried to fucking kill me less than a week ago)

maybe it's just you. you are a useful weapon. savior blade. melora's chosen. the hag's latest bargain. you know how to fight, how to win, how to strike exactly where it hurts.

(you’re right. why should i rely on a darker power?)

you know that if the time comes, you have plans to take down everyone. but you’d never do it. those are your friends. and you won’t let it get that far. but if it does…

(…i think i hurt her.)

then you let them hit first. it's not right that they're getting hurt, that's not what they signed up for. they're not soldiers! their lives deserve to be more than just power grab after power grab to get ahead! they should have futures to look forward to and be happy with themselves!

(it's good to feel useful.)

but what about you? what do you have left?

(see you soon.)

[entrailseer]

i think people often forget that genderfluid people are trans people too. not every trans person fits under pink white and blue. some of us need a little more hues, and that doesn't make us less real than you.

[chaoticbuggybitchboy]

Mikey’s Bread

What was it meant to be?

Was there a recipe?

A reason for this,

A reason for anything?

People write poetry

Spit prophecy

Scream unendingly

Question everything

Is that what you want to see?

Is this who you want to be?

Is that what you wanted to see?

Is this who you wanted to be?

[lifenconcepts]

Oh I love the stars I am channeling all my current wonder and happiness into admitting that gazing upon the sky even in such a lacklustre way, I still feel truly inspired and affected by such a natural beauty that the light from the distant flaming balls of hot mass allow me to see true worth and joy within my own, small in comparison, life. a sight to behold for eyes so hungry for a purpose, a sight for the damned and a sight for the holy. For those seeking destruction and those seeking comfort. Those alone and those so loved.

Awe were once among those stars and that is where we will be when we are gone, and hear me true, I seek not their knowledge but their mystery. A wisdom so far from being held and yet so close to being reached, a yearning we strive for understanding what simply not all are meant to feel captivated by.

Why should they share such gifts with you if you don’t listen? A stargazer can’t reveal as to why they love stars, and yet you try find reason in the most mundane logic as to why.

Simply let go of worry, stay alive, focus or not, you will survive. Strive for a better day, strive for one without worry, just understand that soon enough, you shall complete your journey.

an adventure not limited to destinations, not one with a set goal in mind,

but a good little feeling, leaving all your worries behind.

Need you be reminded of the things so sweet?

of the voices that sing, the chorus all meek?

Hear the caling among the world, a yearning for the beloved, a sight to behold.

Treat nature with utmost respect, and your belief and desires all will be met.

Peace and harmony exist within a calm mind,

those riddled with questions and misery, all stay and signed,

for even the lost souls which wander the world,

will ponder and wonder, what is there to mould?

[ithinkofnealcassady]

the gmail notification that drags me by the hair back to tumblr

[edwardshundredyearoldspunk]

i hate being subject to passive aggression. I'm home, feeling pretty good, I have some anecdote about my cats. suddenly, mom comes home. she looks tired which always makes me feel guilty. she looks bothered. I don't ask her why because I have a rule that I won't ask her what's bothering her anymore because she's an adult and she's responsible for bringing any issues she has with me to me directly. but I can tell. she's bothered by something. and in all likelihood it's something I did, or something I failed to do. she starts looking around. the house looks fine but it could be cleaner. I offer to make her food, she declines. she looks bothered. she looks bothered. I did something. or I forgot to do something. it's me, hi! I'm the problem it's me. I don't ask her what's wrong because I have a rule. but she's bothered. and she's looking around and she's sighing. and it's me. I did something. or didn't do something. I'm a lazy piece of shit. I am the rock and she is sisyphus. I'm always going to be the rock. I'm always going to be the rock. I'm always going to be the rock, aren't I? I tell her the anecdote and she tries to laugh. but she's bothered. and I don't ask.

[the-v01d-sys]

what are we going to do if they leave?

we’ll be so far apart, won’t we?

what is going happen to us?

will we ever be together?

i don’t want to make a fuss,

but i can’t seem to help but worry.

will our relationship fade into obscurity?

i’m sure it won’t but i still have concerns.

about what happens next,

and where this road turns.

i don’t know,

but one things for sure.

i can’t make this about me.

it’s this kind of worry i don’t want them to see,

this overwhelming anxiety.

you know?

i’m really not sure i can talk to them about to this.

so i’ve been keeping it more on the down-low.

i mean,

wouldn’t they suffer more if they had to leave ?

so i will not make this about me,

this is simply something they will not see.

all of these feelings unsure of what to do with,

and these emotions unsure of where to store,

because we need to be strong for them the most,

and to us right now that’s what matters more.

so even if we’re anxious too,

it’s not like there’s anything that we can do.

so it doesn’t really matter.

[beingharsh]

I'm a slow reader what can i say

[dandelionjack]

that simone weil quote about being consumed and digested by God through the trials of life at the center of the beautiful labyrinth, but replace the metaphor with a cocoon. God as both the brittle self-constructed shell encasing the caterpillar and the corrosive fluid that nudges it into embodying a new, more evolved and developed creature, but not before allowing it to dissolve and decompose into primordial matter — transforming into a total nothingness, complete void of awareness, before reforming into a higher Something once more

[middle-school-honami]

I love being a compulsive liar. It makes life very easy.

No one can hurt you. Because no one knows you.

Or what you're hiding. Or what's going on in your head. Or anything about you. Or who you are.

You just have to keep smiling :)

[irritablepoe]

~ Bird Song ~

Nvm I finished it now bc I think I couldn't sleep otherwise💀

[psychoticwillgraham]

HELP MY NOTES ARE LIGHTING UP BC OF THAT HISTORY CLASS POST!!!!!

[gummybugg]

Do Spiders Have a Consciousness?: 5 Things We Believe in to Comfort Ourselves

There’s little baby spiders lining my window sill,

Dead baby spiders, all accidental kills.

Their corpses bid good morning and send me off to bed,

But not a single one wishes I were dead.

It’s easy to hate spiders, especially if they’re hairy,

But compared to them, your words I find more scary.