I Thought It Made Sense To Present Them Together.

why are we here? just to suffer? every 5 minutes i have to clean my glasses

A lotta people tell me that they're sorry and that it's unfair and not right. It's a nice thing to say and I do appreciate it. Of course I do.

But sometimes I'm bitter and empty enough to think well what the fuck am I gonna do with that. That it's unfair changes nothing. It just is.

Whatever That is Left

There is a deepening void somewhere in her chest.

It's inky darkness poisons her smile,

Breaking it down and reshaping it into something more cruel and lifeless.

But there is a shimmering layer of what is left of her.

It sits at the bottom of that hole, like a fine dusting of sugar on the best sweets.

Happy memories and love and ambition and joy lie somewhere in between,

It tries and tries to push her forward and just barely supplies her breaths.

But every time, without fail, she reaches deeper and deeper into herself to pull out what little is left,

And offers those splintering pieces to be soothe and provide.

They are rarely every returned in good health.

So often, she is left pillaged, burned, brutalized, and diminished

And ready to go again,

To scrape out whatever that is left,

And to display it with broken and bleeding hands to her world once more,

Until there is nothing but a pit where she had once glimmered gleefully and open to the world.

Many Cats Square - ENGLISH - Crochet Pattern PDF by PonyMcTate

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.

Clarice Lispector ― The Hour of the Star

I’m Angry. Can You Tell?

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.

This SCREAMS Wei Wuxian, I dunno bout y'all

“He was a good man once, my grandfather. He took to necromancy, now he haunts my Castle. Excellent babysitter though!”

I wanna make friends

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

aftg hc of the day: whenever neil has to leave for a game (before he and andrew are on the same pro team), andrew will sneak behind him and take shirts and toiletries and anything he can get his hands on out of neils bag. neil has his deodorant sticking out of a side pocket? nope, now it's on the kitchen counter. pants on the bed next to his bag? not anymore, they're on the top of the cat tower (sir appreciated that one, they were still warm out of the dryer). neil lowkey thinks he's going crazy until he sees andrew neatly rehanging his shirts in the exact order they were in before he folded every single one of them.