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tinycowboyart:

Mf ain’t done nothing wrong, he’s just a silly goose

inkskinned:

i thought, for a long time, that i had to keep my passions private.

he didn’t like the poetry. it would fly around in the bedroom with us. little words like gnats; all caught up in a smokescreen. i was used to this kind of thing - i would only enjoy my own writing with a flinch. i would apologize. i know, there’s nothing real about an internet poet.

my friends didn’t like to read anything i liked. they didn’t like my music. they didn’t like the way i sang or how i laughed or how i’d dress. i told myself this is normal - we all have different passions, after all. one thing is sweet to me, too-sour to another.

i didn’t know. i thought friends were just mean sometimes, and you couldn’t expect them to be excited. i thought love happened only half in the sunlight. shy about anything i liked. for a long time the people i met all loved the word “myopic”. they refused to do anything without promising it was ironic.

i didn’t know. it seemed easier, you know? to just hide all of it. it felt pathetic, begging people please just watch this. please read this. please try this. you’ll like it, i know it.

my sister bought me house plants for the holiday. she doesn’t keep them, she just knows i like them. my friend recently collected a list of 50 books with lgbt+ characters in them, ones where nobody dies in the end. she says she keeps an eye out for them, because i mentioned once i’d been looking to expand my list. the other day my roommate made me fish tacos even though he hates fish - he said i know you’re having a hard day, and these are one of your favorites.

people don’t have to “get it”. but the good ones will try, anyway. the good ones will get excited with you. they buy you the concert tickets even though they don’t know any of the music. they know all the actors of the show even though they don’t have time to watch it. they ask you questions about the game even though they’ve never even seen the loading screen. they are happy that you are happy, and enjoying something harmlessly. they are just proud you are trying. particularly something creative - it is a dark world. to make something is powerful, and should be celebrated.

she holds my hand. she knows literally nothing about dnd, but lets me chatter about my new campaign for literally three hours, endlessly. in return, she and i discuss this anatomy book she’s reading. i don’t know half the words but i love that she finds it exciting. life in the sun like - oh, this is flying.

abnormall:

i’m burned out, i’m tired, i’m falling apart. every day is the same but simultaneously gets worse. 

hayatims:

some things that have happened since you stopped hearing about p/alestine after the “ceasefire” was declared

• 1,000+ palestinians were arrested in a mass-arrest campaign designed to, and i quote, “instill fear” - including children
• al-aqsa mosque and worshippers were attacked and beaten
• literal children, not even teens, children, were arrested and tried in a military court (this is not new, thousands of children have faced this terrorization over the years. Isr@el is the only country in the world that tries children in military courts. 500-700 children are prosecuted each year.)
• a soldier deliberately ran over a child on a bike for having a pales/tinian flag on his bike. an adult man ran over a child with his car. on purpose. the child is 12. read that again.
• sheikh jarrah was blockaded, illegally
• whatsapp blocked the accounts of over 100 pal/estinian journalists
• silwan, another pal/estinian neighborhood like sheikh j/arrah, is being violently ethnically cleansed to make way for more settlers
• Isr@el has forced social media sites to censor the hashtags “free pal/estine” and “save sheikh ja/rrah” many posts and accounts have been deleted
• 25 pales/tinians have been murdered by the ID/F and settlers
• in Jaffa, 300 arab families are under force expulsion orders to make way for more settlers. 300 families.
• suicide rates in g/aza have risen to an all-time high due to PTSD and hopelessness
• Pales/tinians in G/aza still do not have access to safe drinking water, electricity, medical care, and nutrition. families are still being displaced from their homes by settler colonialism. There is still an inability to mobilize freely, pursue a career, seek an education, or gain access to decent healthcare or mental health resources. The occupation, genocide, and ethnic cleansing continues whether you see on your feed or not.

thedialectofmedusa:

“Well, the Gothic can be conducive to suppressed voices emerging, like in a haunted house. At its core, the Gothic drama is fundamentally about voiceless things—the dead, the past, the marginalized—gaining voices that cannot be ignored.”

— Carmen Maria Machado, interviewed by Theodore McCombs for Electric Literature (x)

dosesxmimosas:

BIG MOOD: me + you + a cabin in the mountains, sitting in the hot tub, drink in hand, not a care in the world

thevampiresblackrose:

[Rhapolic Poem Prompt Challenge]

I am not your lover

Am not your heart always

Not your flame alight forever

Your dying Juliet, tainted, poisoned yesterday

Lover,  buried beneath somedays

-Sin The Black Rose