#words that resonate

[provinzpoet]

To Be A Man

Boys don’t cry, they show no fear, emotions hidden deep. Then tell me, O society: If this is sown, then what’s to reap?

If tears are truly cleansing, Embalming to the soul, Then why deny this boy the balm And chain him to a role?

-

“Are you a Girl?”, I still recall the question He did ask. For crying was a girly thing - Man ought to wear a mask.

Just 12 years old - Yeah, thanks a lot. Great Job on shaping me. Took way too long to see the truth, until I could break free.

Can you imagine what it took? How long that held me back?

I had to learn to be a Man, In a world that’s taught "to be a Man, Is to keep yourself in check."

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Society is wrong, my dear, Believe me, if you would.

I’ve been there, done that, made mistakes, But now - I’m doing good.

So if I may, I'd like this chance, to tell you what I’ve learned. I hope this finds you still in time, before that bridge is burned:

To wear emotions on your sleeve is strength - no cross to bear. To those to whom you’ll matter most, it shows them that you care.

So Cry for movies, Cry for poems, Cry for loved ones, Cry for songs.

Just trust me, I was your age too, To be a Man is to be

Just you.

[hit-the-dirt-and-get-back-on]

It was probably my fault, it always is somehow.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The dog days are over.

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[noodles-and-tea]

i love your art SO much!!!! it reminds me of eating candy at a sleepover :D

could i maybe request teen reddie?

Miss the dorks

[mourningsbane]

Oh man... Reading Sweetkit's naming comic strip just makes my mind run to different places. I wonder just how much Honeyspring's spirit remembers Sweetkit when they first interact with her - in fact, I wonder how much of Sweetkit's first meeting with Honeyspring was accidental and how much was Honeyspring *seeking* Sweetie out. Actually, if she thought Sweetkit was so lovely, then wouldn't it be just soooo sweet to have the kits play with her? Come on, Honeyspring, come out while mean Tanglefern and the rest aren't looking! After all, it seems little Palekit has just awakened and wants to play! And do not̴̗̺͑͐͠ ̸͇̱̦̐̽f̸̩͇͂͗ơ̷̰r̸̛͙̦̄̋g̴͓͠i̴͎͉̒v̴̗̲̓̌͘ẹ̷̗̄ ̸̫̈́̔̔t̷̻͗h̵͙̆e̴̠̥̎͠m̷̨̲͇̽͘ ̴̗̼̣̉f̶̧̖̾̈́̅o̸͑��ͅͅr̴̦͓͖̚͝ ̴̬̫̮̄́̈́w̶̼̌̇̈́h̸͚͛à̴̩̥̜͒t̶̯͕̍̓ ̶͚̺̀͌t̴͉̫̱͐̾͝h̸̛͓̅ḛ̷̄y̴̼̭̓ ̶̩̂͂̐d̶͕̠̠̋̽i̵͍̽͘ḓ̷̈̀

Cradle;

Honeyspring stares blankly ahead, into the great expanse of the field beyond, scraping their claws against the dirt, and slowly scrambling free. With great effort, and the noisy cracking of bones, she pushes herself from the dirt.

It does not hurt. Their nerves had frayed a long time ago, stuffed with poison, and their bones were soft as moss, riddled with rot. All that plagues her is the deep, uncomfortable gnaw of emptiness; empty where her kits would be, empty where her heart would be, empty, empty, empty.

For a moment, they look to the sky and see the evening sun, the only star that dared witness them. She does not feel the warmth on her face, or the cool breeze blowing through her fur, only the empty nothing. So, with limp legs, she stumbles into the field, towards the distant tree line, and thinks of home.

[skybristle]

rbs > likes

@druidshollow crossover au is ruining my life so bad it isn't even abt the oc interactions anymore

[lucidloving]

Gwen Benaway, Holy Wild // Clarice Lispector, "The Burned Sinner and the Harmonious Angels" // Warsan Shire // Chelsea Hodson, Tonight I'm Someone Else // Anne Sexton, "The Double Image"

[keferon]

*clasps your shoulders gently and looks you straight in the eye*

Keferon. Please read Ninth by Kyn on AO3. I think you would love it very much. It has a large chapter count, but don't be intimidated, it's very easy to get into. It is currently unfinished, but is being updated regularly.

You are the seventh person that recommended this fic to me so ahahahaha yeah

I’m doing great Help I hate some parts of it but I love the other parts I’m spinning in the blender

…..I made the moodboard….

[syndrossi]

Fuck it, I deserve a treat, which means not only am I writing "Arthur Dayne gets summerhalled," but we're getting a Ser Arryk POV!

“Who do you suppose he is?” Erryk asked him quietly. “The Knight of Stars?” He could almost hear his brother roll his eyes, though his gaze remained on the tourney field below, where the mystery knight in question had defeated Ser Kayven Lannister in his latest tilt. That marked fifteen lances broken by the knight, with only two broken against him. “Nay, the knight proudly bearing the golden lion of Lannister. Of course I speak of the Knight of Stars.” Arryk stole a sideways glance at his charges. Prince Daemon’s gaze was locked upon the mystery knight, narrowed in a suspicion he shared. It was a time-honored tradition that knights be allowed to conceal both name and arms, to win glory without censure along with the hearts of the smallfolk. Prince Baelon had been the last of House Targaryen to do so, donning the guise of the Silver Fool.

[nathanbellamy]

They’re in love your honor

Giffing notable moments from the xmen scripts, pt 6

(*, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12)

[asphalt-eater]

i like to think goth is a gender in of itself

[boydyke]

sending love and support & a big ol shout out to psychotics whose psychosis is easily influenced by the fiction they consume. (a classic psychotic experience & symptom is a general struggle in the ability to discern what is and isn't reality; fiction & reality blur together easily) and infinite love & support for those whose psychosis has made it difficult and/or outright dangerous to continue to consume the same media's you loved and cherished. it's heartbreaking! and very difficult to deal with, especially when fiction used to be a safe escape. I hope you find ways to cope and ways to manage that balance between your health and what makes you happy. grounding techniques can help a lot when you feel that first sense of slippage!

[jasppurring]

I usually try to be a little more positive on these topics but I think it's worth talking about one of the more difficult parts of plurality-- how invisible it can make you feel.

I'd like to preface this with the fact that my system is pretty open about it with our close friends. Quite a few people know about us but that does remarkably little to get rid of the loneliness and lack of perception and I think it's worth discussing.

In our experience, we can interact with the world as much as we want, form close friendships, have our own individual relationships, etc etc but the vast majority of these people don't even know who we are.

I love my mother. She can never know I exist.

Even among friends who do know about us there is always this overwhelming sense that I am not being seen. The eye contact that is being made with my face was never intended for me and I have to take that in stride. When I tell people about us I am treated like a stranger by my closest friends simply because my name is not the one on my birth certificate and that must mean they do not know me.

I love some aspects of being plural, believe me I do, and I don't mean to sound so defeatist but it really can be crushing to be completely unseen.

It's incredibly isolating, in a sort of ironic way, to be many. My closest friends in the world live inside my head but they completely stop me from being truly seen by anyone outside. It's a little funny in a way. Being many keeps us isolated even when we have close friends. Having many names keeps us from having a single one that feels true. Being strange and visible keeps us from being seen.

I have genuine hope that one day these things will get easier, not just for us and others now but for everyone, for all time. I believe that progress will come and people will grow more understanding in time and with it may come a lifting in the isolation and wrong feeling that comes both with being myself and pretending not to be, but I also believe that here and now there is a crushing invisibility that comes with being plural that is so difficult to deal with it is suffocating.

Even unidentified bodies are given names. It's difficult to live without getting to be understood at least once.

[unremarkablelunacy]

Me, seeing the current state of things: *deep sigh* time to go back to the chasms on the Shattered Plains of Roshar

[justafewberries]

ik peeta’s last name is most definitely like katniss’s in that it’s a derivative of something nature related (most likely meadow lark, as meadows and songbirds are both significant) but i think it’s infinitely funnier if it’s just from the word malarkey