#words and things

[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 🤍

[n7punk]

just to give yall an idea how important making an ao3 account is (beyond the fact your views dont get counted if you arent logged in and low engagement numbers make authors sad and quit):

my page logged in:

my page not logged in:

Tippen's page logged in:

Tippen's page not logged in:

This random person who wrote a good batman fic a decade ago logged in:

and not logged in:

MANY people archive locked their fics like 6-8 years ago the first time there was a major incident where fics got scraped and sold (the batman person here did) and then again after the lore.fm disaster and now even more are with the new one. I, actually, always had some fics that were archive-locked! Please just make accounts and login to use the archive you are missing out on literally thousands of fics by not doing so for absolutely no good reason

[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]

There's a flood starting in my head

I'm about to dive.

But There's a rising fire in my chest I can never get rid of.

sometimes all the rights look fake

And all fakes look right.

But the heart always has to choose a side.

Cause it needs to love something all the time.

But still has to carry doubts through life.

[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.

[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

[ginger-vitis11]

you once lived inside of my heart

but now the bed remains untouched

and the lampshade collects dust

you’re no longer invited

you no longer wish to be

but at the end of every day

i’ll leave the light on

‘fore you may no longer reside there

but the love we once shared still does

-an empty guest room

[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

[themoonsaid]

sometimes i think i need a partner then it turns into i think i need a friend then it turns into i think i need my mom then it turns into i think i need to be alone. on a world trip.

[elysianthespecter]

mary oliver

[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.

[n7punk]

i love reblogging pictures of vi because then people reblog them from from Me

[muscle-museum]

She was all alone,

because she wanted it.

I was all alone,

because she wanted it.

“demolition lovers” (2022)

[lonelyandgoldenmuse]

You're like a saturated sunrise change into honey that slowly lingers on my fingers.

Seems that you forgot I'm not into honey anymore.🤍