#words and things

[n7punk]

intellectually, i always support delaying a release date so the project can be fully finished and live up to the creator's goals

emotionally, i have legitimately lost count of how long the silksong fans have been waiting and am holding my breath for them every nintendo direct 🙏

[tiredandlonelymuse]

This is how I originally wrote it. One of those that starts as a poem and then begs to be a song. I posted a fragment of this on tumblr a while back, but here’s the initial piece in its entirety 🤍

[moonkissedletters]

Missing you a little extra Today

[ginger-vitis11]

do you know the feeling

of when you use hand sanitizer

and discover cuts you didn’t know you had?

my healing process has kinda been like that

i heard your name

and felt the pain

of a wound that i didn’t know existed

-paper cuts

[muscle-museum]

“Why did we have to start a war,

in order to form a connection?”

“why did it have to be this destructive?” (2023)

[lonelyandgoldenmuse]

I fill the silence with empty laughs,

Rooms crowded, but it never lasts.

Every face, a stranger's game,

Calling me by someone else's name.

I pour my heart, they watch it spill,

Like love’s a trick I’ll never feel.

So I’ll dance alone inside my head,

Where nobody cares what I never said.🤍❄️

[girasolmuerta]

"You get what you give."

- who the fuck knows

[ilakiyaaa]

The madness in the written word

Deems to me as being unfathomable

For however much I write

And scribble

The ink has always words left to say

And more insanity to convey

To the reader, to the writer

To his eyes, to mine.

I find myself to be writing

To halt seconds and minutes of time

Till I have a treasure chest of saved moments

Which I shall relive again and again

In despair, in madness, in slaughter

In murder, in glory, in happiness.

My words are too shallow and crude

To convey how I much I yearn to say

Sagas and sagas of folklore and tales

Left untold, catching dust and falling pale.

I wish I wrote with the madness

Which ran inside these veins

For then, these stories wouldn't have been just mine to own

For then, this piece of insanity wouldn't have just my name.

©️ ilakiyaaa

[beppeux]

[jamieannmason]

Coffee and Advil this morning. It's pretty much a regular thing Monday through Friday.

It's been a rough past couple of days. My mental health has not been the best, and I suppose that's probably an understatement. Yesterday, I was so exhausted from work that I went to bed at 6 pm, and if I'm being honest, yesterday wasn't busy at all, workwise.

I am so tired and mentally depleted. When I close my eyes I see myself waving the white flag, but yet, the next morning, I get up as if nothing ever happened and fall into my routine of three Advil chased by rounds of coffee.

This is what life for people over 50 is like. I have spent 69% of my time on this earth working and providing revenue, bonuses, accolades, and successes to others. Sure, I was compensated, sometimes very nicely, but is that really the point?

We can't get time back, and at over 50, time is the only thing I want.

Time to myself, time to be alone, time to enjoy life and its simplest pleasures, and time to just be.

I want time to plan my day and time to spend with others who deserve that time. I want time to sit, time to reflect, and time to laugh. I want my time filled with boredom, on and off naps, and contentment.

I want time...

I don't want this to drift into a political post, but I don't know that it can't.

Capitalism has molded us since birth. Every one of us. We're taught that things matter. Possessions, status, that is what makes you successful, and what makes you important.

The hook is that successes and status all come at a sacrifice, through our souls and submission to the capitalistic existence. And the sad part is, is that you don't realize it until you reach midlife, and look back at your life and realize how much of it that you missed by answering emails or being responsible for others. It's sobering and devastating in the same breath..

It's time for another cup of coffee.

[n7punk]

the grammy's playing the "a minorrrrrrr" line as kendrick walked up to accept the award on national television was so fucking unhinged can't wait for the half-time show

[tiredandlonelymuse]

Just wanted to say a special thank you to everyone on here who has found “The End” resonates with them. It’s like screaming in an empty room sometimes. I came back to tumblr when it all went down, because I think something special happens here. Like when someone sits at the edge of the couch and through your tears you say “please don’t watch me cry, but please don’t leave either.” This is the quiet space in between screaming observation and lethargic loneliness. It’s shared solitude. The platform gave me everything once upon a time, so many years ago. It felt right to return in my weakest moment. It was here that I could tell small fragmented truths about what I was going through, in my own baroque way. Thanks for keeping my secret until I was ready.

[mistressofthemystery]

I am the universe performing a miracle.

- S

[soakedinred]

Tear me apart and pass me around to share

Take what you want of me

I’ll be helpful that way

I’ll be useful

Sell my parts for cash and make a living

My body doesn’t belong to me anymore

I’m not sure it ever did

[ginger-vitis11]

my existence is not for you to understand.

my existence is not for you to validate.

my existence is not something you can

legislate away.

my identity is in every fiber of my being

that is not something you can take away

from me

until my hot, red, transgender blood

stains the ground we walk on

until my queer bones return to the earth

and even then

you could never kill my faggot spirit

-death before detransition