Tropes In Writing Are Cool And Fun And All That Jazzy Shiznit But Like, Tropes In Writers/artists/neurospicy

"When I stood in the kitchen last June, I was looking at all the pictures of you on the walls, the evidence that you existed in a space I was standing in. And then you walked into the house -- lord I wanted to cry. Somehow all I managed to do, was put on a dopey grin and wave."

What’re the vibes? More poetry or just hanging out (either is fine!)

As much as I'd like to cater to the aesthetics, we all know my maximalist ass can not keep up lmao

Realistically, I'll probably dish out a prosey piece or snippet when you're not looking, and when you do- BAM! shitposty asswipey memes or Deetzy lore drops.. it's a toss up mayhaps

(or me acting like the fucking grandmother i am, i.e. "can someone explain how you kids make those drunk words??" Translation: how the fuck do i italics)

As a joke, once, I claimed I was a slut, an absolute whore, for poetry - well, maybe it's not entirely a joke - and you said, "If only I were poetry," - as per joking goes. But, oh, god you are poetry. The rawest kind of poetry. The kind that takes only special glasses to be able to read. You are art in its barest form - like the many interpretations of Lucifer's fall from Heaven. Your very being is the poetry I'd learn; if only to carve into my bones.

For your sake and mine, I hope this version of you - the one I hum soothing lullabies to at night - is merely just one that pays no fee to live on in my subconscious. I'm afraid I cannot repeat this. Im afraid I must. I'm afraid I might learn you were never real.

I had my chance, I missed them, or blatantly turned away; every single one. I had many chances. Now, this grief is entirely on me. I'll spare you of any final apology. I'm sorry. Goodbye. I hope you'll turn out to be well, whatever might the situation be.

I stole this from myself, lol. R.I.P. to this Deetzy when she wrote that.

Life is too short to keep it professional in the workplace, amp up that Workplace Whimsy folks!

( ; ´ᴗ ‿ ᴗ`)

Bro mad he didn't get a cupcake.

Who tf are you? Imposter

I'm you, but better.

Crazy that God needs a teacHer for something such as language. Being older than time itself (not to mention creating it) must really build up those cobwebs on the memory stores.

Happy Worm Wednesday everyone, today I will *checks notes* turn into a worm and DM my girlfriend

PLS STILL BE DOING THIS THE COLLECTION MUST BE INFINITE

Reblog if you're not homophobic

Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad. 

Katherine Mansfield, from a letter to John Murry, featured in The Letters of John Middleton Murry and Katherine Mansfield