Had My First PTSD Flashback That I Actually Knew Was A PTSD Flashback. For The Past Like, 2 Years, I've

I want to get into a fight with someone where we just beat the shit out of each other for no reason. No emotional strings attached, no anger or grudges, just fucking going at it.

I may be fucking my chances of going to college right now, but at least the GPA is high enough that they won't kick me out of theatre.

(But seriously, if I make it through high school, I don't think any college will want me with the grades I have)

a birthday gift from a certain god…

hi the real ones know i absolutely HATED the 2024 version so heres a redraw of this post! (please for my own sanity give this more notes than that one at some point PLEASE)

Cunk on Death

Feminine urge to just ghost everyone because you're done with your emotions.

This is one of said poems. Written in a week-long writing class for the prompt 'what I want my words to do to you' have read it to a crowd twice, both times at least one person cried. Could also be my naturally sad yelpy tone though idk.

Somehow almost all my poems make people cry. So either I'm:

One: a bad poet but my stories are sad enough that I can make people cry through bad poetry

Two: a good poet with stories that are just kinda sad but can be manipulated with words into beautiful poems that make people cry

Three: a good poet with sad stories that are enhanced through poetry to make people cry

Or four: a bad poet with stories that aren't sad and people are just crying because they feel bad that I'd choose to read them bad poetry

Either way, every time I read a poem to an audience, it seems like at least one person will cry or tell me they almost cried and had to actively hold themselves back.

Don't know exactly what to make of this. My poems are usually about my bad life experiences though, so I guess that probably plays a role.

lock the fuck in?? no way dude. I am TUCKED the fuck in :) good night

starting a collection #blackmold