This is allowed at my house if you know me
You ever been in a state where you physically have no energy, but you're bored and socially understimulated so you kind of wish you could just invite people to come over like this:
Please just write. Love yourself. Live life. Your self advice is that there is no self help advice and we can only exist.
i'm gonna be honest i don't get why they say everypony instead of everybody in mlp. it's not like the word everybody is human-specific. the ponies have bodies. the word everypony, however, is pony-specific in a world where ponies are not the only people in their society, which means it would be more accurate and inclusive to use everybody instead of everypony. it all makes no sense to me
Quiet sadness
I cant ...
Wind is out of me
Love is a sucker punch
That kills me
What an icon of an essayist
how is it mario day and no one posted the essay
Joanna Klink, from her poetry collection The Nightfields: Poems; "Almanac,"
Un
Like my hearts beating there
I put my hands to my ears
In silent noise
The rumble of muscle
My eyes dialate
My mouth is dry
Like im going to die
I wait in anticipation of silence
To wash over a million hearbeats
I close my eyes
But fades of blue so faint, so fucking faint as nothing
Is still something
Im my meditation of death
Death illudes me
And i will never see her coming.
"they stopped talking about luigi mangione to silence us" his next court appearance is 9:00 AM at the New York Supreme Criminal Court, 100 Centre Street, February 21.
the reference number is IND-75657-24/001. it is within your constitutional rights to protest outside of the courthouse, make signs, and voice your opinions as loudly as you can. YOU don't have to stop talking about him. show up.
Lonliness is a black hole
Each of my hundred of failed attempts to write a story is actually a lesson in motivation, a lesson in mistakes. My art grows with me. And the reason i have so much growing to do is because of all the places I wanna go. I have a lifetime to figure this out.
A trans woman looks at herself in the mirror
Iris?
Floating down river as my gaze glimmers over glass.
Weather me woman piercing lights
Cacoon a cascading layer of man, yet each layer ever so thin as paper skin
Blue eyes beautey basking in her light
Breathless at the sight of blood
Soaked in synergy inside her eyes eye
Where her male gaze fades away
Dissappearing into the mirror until a stranger meets her gaze
Its a movie in front of her
Moving picturesque
The beautiful is opaque
Evil is clear and transluscent
Hi! My name is Dreamgazer (25/TransWoman) and this is my writing blog! (I might also post original art). I take requests for poems and short stories as well. Minors DNI!!
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