Zolu Sketch But It's Them As That Gay Ass Art Piece The Fall, By Alan Stephen Foster

How We Love

*a poem of love from someone who has never been close to it*

You love with the same fervernece Of a starved man who has been Gifted with the promise of food Sitting mere feet away.

You are all bite an snarl, You push and shove To the finish line; Your eyes trained on the flesh In front of you.

I too was hungry. You were not the only one Who was withheld lifes simple Pleasures.

I too was left to chew At the inside of my cheek To slow the decay of my skin.

I know what it feels like To cut away pieces of your body Just to feel whole.

Yet you keep taking from me; Living under the assumption That leaving my skin bitten, broken And bruised, used up from your ventures, Is an act of love, and not one Shaped from your depravity.

When I laid my body bare for you That night while the world screamed Beyond the four walls of your quiet, Cluttered room, I thought you saw how our Eyes where blurred red from the same travasties.

Naivety has always been my downfall.

It was my undoing believing you knew that We were scarred from the same knife--rather, It was careless of me to assume you would hold it in consideration before serrading me once more.

But,

With my body cut open, My blood seeping into your sheets, claiming ownership in the one place you called home, I think the hunger that had been gnawing At my insides, long before you knew me, began to subside.

There is a power in knowing You come to me to feel worthy Of being human again. That it is my body, my being That is the foundation of your Sense of self.

So I will stay quiet while your feast, I will not cry while you dismember me. I will wait, watching red stain creme cotton In a halo around us and build myself From the remnants you left, and hold you While you struggle to understand the fullness.

For this is how I love.

Having pots is crazy bc I’ll be sitting in the ER with a bpm of 160, just chilling, occasionally slumping over and losing control of motor skills but then going right back to joking—

MEANWHILE the nurses look at me like

zoro is so funny cause he's all like 'i'll stand 10 toes down on my self philosophy that no gods exist' and is the epitome of the opposite of a pious man then luffy barges into his life and suddenly worship is all he knows

I’m now realizing that pronouns and gendered terms hit different for me when I’m speaking different languages

ms/miss: ew no I hate it but I’ll suffer through

Mr/sir: I’m ripping my soul apart with rage

Madame: uh fck no

Monsieur: YAHHHH PLZZZZ I LOVE ❤️❤️

小姐(xiaojie): cute fun, I can deal

先生（xiansheng): such a vibe, feels chill

Something I have noticed is that so often in media and in real life, is that we push around this narrative that having a “dark side” or being someone who “you don’t wanna see mad” is a good thing.

If you have a “dark side” you’re dangerous, someone who could hurt others and be cruel, and that makes you strong. That being good in a fight, having the ability to be scary when your angry, those are things that push authority.

I don’t get it.

Why must being benign be seen as a weakness?

Being harmless does not make you fragile.

Violence and strength have been so interwoven to the point people mistake one for the other.

Being violent does not make you strong, and being strong does not mean you have to be violent.

One of the greatest ways to show strength not in a character but in life in general is to choose forgiveness (seriously, like watch ATLA and see how Aang shows great strength by forgiving others instead of lashing out).

Anger is a valid and real emotion that you are allowed to express, but it is not one that should be wielded as a weapon. Anger is a secondary emotion, morphed from pain and sorrow.

Anger is like fire. It’s okay to light a fire, as long as it is safe and contained. You can keep a fire in a fire pit going for as long as you want, just don’t burn a forest.

Do not fear your anger and do not use it to strike fear in others. Being kind does not make you weak, being forgiving does not make you soft.

Generosity, honesty, fragility with your emotions—these can bring you strength. To be open with who you are and how you feel is a tremendous feat.

It takes courage to cry, to ask for help, to forgive.

Know that being loving is not a weakness, understand that forgiveness takes strength.

It’s easy to kill a fly, but it takes effort to capture it and bring it home.

The craziest thing to me to come out of the Hbomber video is finding out the James’s co-writer DIDNT READ OR DO RESEARCH.

Like this guy basically said “woah woah, hang on there guys, I’m a writer, not a reader. Don’t get all upset, common misconception.”

As a butch4butch lesbian, Rio Romeo releasing Butch4Butch brought back my faith in humanity and revived my search for a quirky little butch partner who I can go on silly little adventures with

I like to think that Jayce and Viktor where just flung into another timeline and in that timeline they get to live out their domestic, inventors in love dream where nothing bad happens and everyone is happy

Y'all gonna hate me but when I saw this...

I thought of this...

Getting blood work done for PCOS bc all my life I’ve had extremely irregular/non existent periods, painful symptoms and extreme lows during times I thought would be my period but nothing happened, along with thicker body hair.

For YEARS. No one believed me when I said something felt wrong, that this was all normal. Advocate the fuck out of yourself, be annoying and push for doctor referrals.

Menstruating shouldn’t be extremely irregular and painful.

Again,

MENSTRUATING SHOULDN’T BE IRREGULAR AND PAINFUL!!!

fuck anyone who’s says that that’s normal, ur body is not fulfilling a cleaning cycle, it’s like pulling up old laundry. That shouldn’t happen.

If u feel like something in your body doesn’t feel right speak up about it. You know your body best, don’t let ppl diminish that.