Do You Ever Laugh With Your Friends And Think Oh This Is The Point. This Is The Point Of Everything

Tbh I think fandom generally needs to get better at sitting with the uncomfortable fact that a story/fanwork/meme/whatever can hurt one person and help another

pros: it would most likely vastly improve my life in a multitude of ways

cons: might get scared

you could say 

callous hands made mine softer,

bitter words made mine sweeter,

and cruelty made me kinder,

like i'm a bleeding-heart blooming 

from trauma's soil,

but to credit my torment

is to undermine me;

you can choose to be vinegar

and i chose differently.

- "bleeding-heart"

i can’t remember what six year old me was wishing for throwing coins in the fountain and blowing on dandelions but i hope the person i am today was at least one of them

sorry for documenting my suffering and delusions online do you still think im hot

“Never make fun of someone’s passion because that’s the thing that saves them from the world.”

— Unknown

(This is a thought/vent poem! Aka, inspired by my own experiences)

Home.

"What is a place that you call home?"

I was asked some months ago.

To answer that inquiry I must determine

what counts as a home and what merely as a dwelling place?

Is a home somewhere you stay?

somewhere to live while you slowly decay?

Or is a home filled with laughter and joy?

With the newfound happiness of a fancy new toy?

If the answer is the latter, then what else can I say,

then "I don't think I call anywhere a home, either way."

For I don't hear laughter in either place.

I don't hear happiness no matter where I stay.

for whether I stay in the place my family owns

or the house they placed me in far down the road,

the only place that feels like home

is those fleeting moments I feel safe within a voice's tone.

But those belong to either place,

in fact, they don't really belong to any at all.

they belong to the people that live outside those houses' walls.

They belong to people who would answer if I called.

And so when someone asks me what place I call home,

I must simply tell them "There is no place I call home.

"my heart does not lie in one place or another,

"Rather it travels along with me wherever I discover,

"the closest friends someone could have."

And though this thought tears my soul

I must just understand that this is how it goes.

For a girl who finds no home within a place,

must reach for another's embrace.

“The aim is to balance the terror of being alive with the wonder of being alive.”

— Carlos Castaneda