A Little Guy I Hallucinated. He Was At A Bus Depot. I Like To Think He Was Just Waiting For A Bus, Too.

often,

i feel like a lost sailor in a vast expanse of ocean. A tiny dot of an entity, in comparison to the hugeness of the sea. At times, waves toss my small dinghy, water pouring over the sides, soaking me to my bone. I lie gasping for air in the face of such great loss and pain.

Other days I can lay against the side of the ship, hand dangling in the water, and allow myself rest. Soft shoals of sand shimmer far beneath the calming ebb of the waves, lulling me to sleep.

Raising my spyglass to my eye provides little to no insight into the future temperament of the sea.

Sometimes I wish i could delve deep into the waves themselves. Find the tides and currents that I would ride to new destinations. No longer confined to my tiny vessel. No longer at the mercy of that next storm.

I wonder if one day life will allow for more control over my direction. My destination.

I wish to navigate this sea with the adeptness not only of sailors, but of the creatures that live inside it. I want to make this chaos known. As familiar as a home.

But for now i am battered helplessly against walls of water. Tossed from moment to moment, clinging onto my ship for dear life. Praying for the next soft day. Constantly at the mercy of the ocean. Lost without a will of my own.

I grow tired of battling for an inch of direction. Maybe one day I will know this sea better.

Oh to walk barefoot through the damp dirt in the forest, following an almost human silhouette into the darkness.

Hope this helps someone

- blue

nimona is the best movie i’ve ever seen and it was made for me personally.

my cat his ears are so pointy but his heart is so full....

i wish people would stop staring at me.

just because i dont have skin doesn’t mean i don’t have feelings

i keep talking and then feeling like i should shut up but it’s too hateful to believe so i talk more until I feel again like i should shut up.

this isn’t angst.

i want to talk in a way that feels harmless

this is a question

hey sweet pea, can we have a complication of poems/excerpts that make you fall in love with love and all mushy and gooey inside?

casey reiland my boss informs me that moose are dying \\ james baldwin if beale street could talk (via @morepeachyogurt) \\ virginia woolf the years (via @weltenwellen) \\ keaton st. james rural boys watch the apocalypse \\ sayaka saeki bloom into you \\ james baldwin giovanni's room \\ peter gizzi lines depicting simple happiness (via @typewriter-worries) \\ @typewriter-worries \\ lizzie cernik how we met: 'it's like waking up to sunlight every day. i yearned for a soulmate - and i've found her' (via @havingrevelations) \\ jules ryan gravecleaner: "bloodwater" (via @springmyth) \\ @nobaracore \\ ladan lakshiri what does love mean? see how 4-8 year-old kids describe love \\ svetlana alexeivich voices from chernobyl (tr. keith gessen) [lyudmila ignatenko speaking about her husband, deceased firefighter vasily ignatenko] (via @papenathys) \\ aimee nezhukumatathil lucky fish: "baked goods" \\ thomas campbell \\ @soracities \\ vladimir nabokov in a letter to his wife véra, jul 8 1926 (via @saintesorciere) \\ anne carson recreation \\ victoria hannan kokomo \\ victoria hannan kokomo

kofi

has anyone spotted my lost rampant cryptid? He’s freakishly tall, has an unflinchingly beautiful gaze, and sometimes whispers memes to the wind.

I lost him somewhere by the sea and I’m pretty sure it claimed him. Which is OK (we’ve all been there), as long he comes back soon.

If he hasn’t been engulfed in the safe embrace of the ocean- well then THATS when I begin to worry. He is incredibly resilient while most people’s car alarms and windows are NOT.

If you have strange items that look like they could go into a magpie’s hoard DO NOT LOOK AWAY from them.

He will take them

He likes… treasures :3

I just hope he comes back soon. I miss his chaos.

wilbur's doing really well :D