#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.

[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.

[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💀

[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.

[macabre-discotheque]

A poem about one of my favorite fics ever lmao

save me from my early grave

the bile burns and the alcohol even more my throat feels raw and I ignore what I crave

yet with you i can't help but adore around you are ways in which i've never behaved

you're smarter than you seem forgive me for my mistake

I was being naive to her being a snake losing myself and following her in her own dream

but I think i'll be okay with your help because despite the sins i'd eat the apple a thousand times over even if it means being left in the gutter

[broke-on-books]

😍😍😍

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 358

Adjective: Screeching

Noun: Pollution

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Screeching: (of a person or animal) giving a loud, harsh, piercing cry; making a loud, harsh, squealing noise; moving rapidly with a loud, harsh, squealing noise; a sudden sense

Pollution: the presence in or introduction into the environment of a substance or thing that has harmful or poisonous effects

[starword]

𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎? 𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚜

𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚊𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔 (𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜)

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚄𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝙽𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚝

𝚂𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍