I’m lonely and it’s pandemic and it’s been a long time since I’ve had internet friends so if you wanna talk to a nerdy ass bitch, hello, I’m available
puipui_the_bunny on ig
I also write poetry. I prolly write more poetry than anything else really.
Anger is easy to feel.
Easier to manage than abandonment,
Easier to manage than bitter disappointment,
Easier to manage than crippling despair.
It is so easy to feel fiery fury,
And expect justice to soothe those flames.
It is so easy to be in denial
To cling to it.
To let it have you think things can be different,
That it can be better.
If only you are are angry enough,
Passionate enough to command change in every facet of the universe.
So yes, anger is easy.
Easy to swallow,
Easy to let burn,
Easy to pull out and use as a shield.
It is easy as it is empty.
Fruitless in its gains
Barren in its answers
A tempting, hellish, warm, void for the lost who cannot deal with the cold, unfeeling nature of life.
And yet to embrace life as frigid is to surrender.
It is to resign yourself to a dreary, insipid existence,
An existence of the same ruthless, unwavering pain.
Rage cannot change circumstance,
But submission will yield no revolution.
Be enraged,
Angry,
Pissed,
Fucking furious.
For you burn bright as you do, if only for yourself.
Be weary and disillusioned when there is nothing left but Death’s waiting hand,
Be weary and disillusioned when you can do no more.
Yield your rage when there is nothing left to burn.
It is easy to be angry.
Easier than holding expectations,
Easier than nobility,
Easier than infinite patience.
And for peace, it is just.
i don't wanna love myself like "buy this feel good". i wanna love myself like i made a sandwich for later because i knew i'd be too busy. i wanna love myself like hang on take a breath do you actually like this. i wanna love myself like okay we're gonna set a reminder to get up and brush our teeth. i wanna love myself like - it's okay to say no, it's okay to take that nap, it's okay to go home.
i don't wanna feel sexy like tv. i don't wanna feel sexy like little black dress. i wanna feel sexy like high note during karaoke. like just got done writing 14 pages of poetry. like let me show you this scarf i've been knitting. i wanna feel sexy like hand on the back of the headrest while you parallel park. like did i tell you about that time i saved a baby bird. like don't tell her but i've been sneaking money into her purse.
i don't wanna feel pretty like expensive. like high fashion. like paid to be here. i wanna feel pretty like a bird in a puddle. i wanna feel pretty like streak of dyed hair. i wanna feel pretty like calligraphy, like new leaves, like a skinned knee bleed, like a dog running at full speed. i wanna feel pretty like lying next to you. i wanna feel pretty like the new album just dropped, i wanna feel pretty like a shower, i wanna feel pretty like a stone wall all covered in moss.
i keep saying body neutrality. that feels negative - no bad things, no good things, just body. but i mean - my body is neutral like a flower is neutral like an oil slick is neutral like a day is neutral, too. my body is neutral so a kiss can feel like lightning so a dance can feel like a hula hoop so a walk to get coffee can feel like - god, i'm so happy to just be around you.
my body is a site. not the source of the joy, just where i can find it. i don't wanna love like - finally got my body tight/forced myself through a diet/whatever trend is the current hype. i wanna love myself like - i go to this river and i find gold every time i shift around inside it. i wanna love myself like - i feel sexy because it's sexy to be alive, and laughing. i wanna love myself like - bitch, i could have died, and i didn't, and if that isn't the prettiest almost in the whole world, than i don't know what is.
It's 10:52 and I just woke up from a nap. Why am I napping at night, you may ask? It's cuz I'm a HEATHEN.
But no I been thinking. What the fuck is up with people going the Egyptians couldn't build the pyramids, they didn't know calculus. That's a thing right? Tell me if I'm wrong.
But I'm be operating under the presumptions that it is. HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW IT'S NOT A THING. MOTHERFUCKING AUGUSTUS CAESER BURNT DOWN THE GREAT LIBRARY OF ALEXANDRIA. Also, like, if Isaac Newton discovered calculus in the 1600s, some 600 years after the dark ages, how come the Egpytians couldn't do it? They got together in 3100 BCE and production started in like 2500 BCE. Good timing to figure out what calculus is.
These are my thoughts in this fine evening. I must study now and hope to find sleep in a few hours. Good night.
Give a man a plane ticket and he’ll fly for a day
Push a man out of a plane and he’ll fly for the rest of his life.
okay people who have been fighting to unwhitewash the clones, now is your time to help māori!!
What’s happening
- 182.41 hectares of our ancestral land in Wairarapa has come up for sale.
- This whenua backs onto our maunga Tararua, our awa, Waiohine and is near our whānau urupā, Te Uru o Tāneroa.
- The tender price is between $1.2-1.5 million.
- Our whānau are trying to raise money to meet the tender price.
- Our iwi has not settled, so we have no collective financial base.
- Our whānau want to buy back our whenua and establish papakāinga and sustainable business to bring our people home to Wairarapa.
If the tender is unsuccessful they will keep all donations for the next bit of land that comes up
(information has been copied from @/amscraig on twitter, who is a member of the iwi attempting to reclaim their land)
it is so disappointing that this is the only option to reclaim illegally stolen land for the iwi, but the government wont work towards settlement with many iwi so we have no other choice
if you have any money avaliable to donate please do, anything would be appreciated!
Something ugly and cruel crawls out of her throat. It's slick and shiny with pointy, bloodthirsty edges. It crawls up and up and spews from her perfect, red-lipped mouth. And it never misses its target. There is never anything in her eyes Nothing in her face nor voice nor air but faint pleasure Nothing that acknowledges the spilling blood or the pain It is nothing but cool aloofness Searing the wound with a chilling, fiery vengeance
Many Cats Square - ENGLISH - Crochet Pattern PDF by PonyMcTate
Yes
ao3 writers be like "no beta we die like men" like what, the dumbest way possible? like getting electrocuted by sticking a fork into a toaster?? hit fuck it then join the army? like this???
honestly, to get back to creating things and I missed having a blog to document it all so 😌
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