I Know Most People Don't Care About Anything Unless It Has To Do With The U.S. But Can We Please Start

pan-romantic

i want to love women saphically

i am not the same as sappho

i am the same as the beings of heaven

whose celestial shine glows amongst mortals

I want to love men like da vinci

but i am just the scribe that bears his soul

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its so mean and bad and we shouldn't bash dead people but it is funny to bash a bad system when it was perpetuated by colonists

I think now that queens dead they should have her stuffed and put on display in Cairo for the next 150 years.

incorrect they were like rocks

to put in your mouth

pov: my mom

this was original plan after I broke my leg into three pieces, but the person I was texting yelled at me until I went to the hospital

One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.

How am i supposed to be normal after having seen oppenheimer

I cried during that film. And maybe im being too intense but it seems like everyone is making light of it. That film has changed me as a fucking person. To watch them make that bomb and kill hundreds of thousands of people and to see them exaltant over einning a fucking war when they have destroyed us and the world is horrible. Its awful. I was in tears and i looked around the theater and no one else was crying. No one else seemed to be feeling this emotional pain and haunting that i was.

How am i supposed to go abt my life like a normal human being knowing that there are people in the world who watcg this movie and just dont feel this.

My cat has always had the worst timing. He'll jump up on my desk to cuddle at the very moment I'm about to get up to urgently go to the bathroom. He'll try to curl up with me in bed the very instant I need to get up and refill my glass of water and put some vaseline on my dry, sore lips. He'll ask me to play just at the second I need to end my break and get back to work.

The poor guy, right? From his perspective, he approaches me for love and I immediately get up and leave. I feel awful about it. I try to reassure him first that I love him and he just has bad timing, but I know it can't feel nice, and also he's too big of a dumbass to understand that me getting up and walking away isn't triggered by him coming to say hi.

Except today I realized something: Yes. It is.

I was sitting at my desk watching a video and up jumps the boy with a mrrp, head positioned for pets, when I realized I urgently had to get up and go to the bathroom. As I opened my mouth to say "bad timing again, buddy," it finally occurred to me that... I definitely already had to go. I for sure did not "suddenly" have an urgent need for the toilet out of fucking nowhere.

I didn't realize I needed to go because my brain is piloted by angry gremlins and they were more interested in watching the video than letting me know about an important bodily function.

My cat coming to say hi is a regular trigger that pulls me back into my body from whatever bullshit I'm hyperfocusing on. And that's when I realize all the warning lights are flashing on the dash. Need water. Need food. Need toilet. In pain: need to change position. Holy shit look at the time, need to get back to work!

I now wonder how much worse I'd function if I didn't have a furry little guy in my apartment to regularly remind me that I exist in a physical form which requires maintenance and also that time passes.

I do still feel bad for walking away from him every time, but I have started just inviting him to come with me. Hey bud, sorry, I have to stand up right now, but come follow me while I get a glass of water. You coming? Come on! And rewarding him with pats for following. It's better than just walking away, I think.

Anyway cats (or other pet of your choice that requires frequent attention)? 10/10, strongly encourage having a little guy to bother you now and then, especially if you have ADHD and live alone.

sitting in sand

my soul, though dark and bleary

shines at the thought of you standing beside me

looking out over the sunlit sea

eyes shining with the rays

your beauty strikes through me

and all i can do is gaze at you with love filled eyes

what is better than the taste of copper on your teeth after licking the blood off your fingers. the lingering pervading scent filling your lungs as you bathe in your sinful desire.

how dare you mutilate yourself

how dare you impose your wants on your body

your body that is yours to do with as your please

to destroy, to carve, to mutilate

and i want to mutilate, to pick and pick and pick and pick until nothing but blood bleeds down my cheeks, my wrists, my thighs. who is here to stop me from my rightful wants

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