To The People I Pass On The Train At Night - Jordan Bolton

Modern "news"

By sun.after.winter

Within this secret hut of ours

News still brews within the hour

Many stories, none told true

Who to trust, no one knew

Protests over propaganda

Truth told falsely, every mile

Dystopia on our horizon

America turns it's eyes

Birdflash & Protective Damian Commission

Technically true.

when i was a kid, my father would always say that optimism is just a lack of information. i was optimistic to spite him. lately i've been feeling like he was actually right. but you know what? he wasn't.

he made it look like being oprimistic was easier, because it meant you didn't bother to see the whole picture. in reality, being optimistic requires strength. it requires courage to have hope even in the darkest times

i am not optimistic because i have no reason to be pessimistic. i am optimistic because i am actively choosing to be. to see that future can be bright. to find hope.

Physics!

Every day is a reason to celebrate 🥂🥳

concept: a death god that is actually surprisingly supportive and on the side of the good guys, supporting actions and promoting policies that will lead to the kingdom growing and thriving instead of being destroyed, because the more the kingdom grows, the more people there are, and the more people there are the more people will eventually  die, and when you’re an immortal god of death, you know there’s no need to rush. you’ll get them all in the end

Lost at Sea

By sun.after.winter

The world goes to shit

Were all lost at sea

I wish to swim further

But my eyes ceased to dream

Were all in a statis

Waiting till death

Alone yet together

Not yet built to last

How does one plan

To thrive in this world

Without a person to cling to

As the ship nears the shore

i grew up thinking love had to be dramatic.

that it needed to feel like chaos—

a rush of adrenaline,

complicated, spontaneous, a constant guessing game.

and sure, love can be like that.

it can burn hot and fast.

it can throw you into the sky

and drop you just as quickly.

but love can also be secure.

reassuring.

constant.

and i think that kind of love is beautiful.

the kind where someone chooses you,

not because you’re hard to get

or because there’s tension and mystery,

but simply because they see you

and they want you.

no questions.

no confusion.

no waking up and wondering where you stand.

just—

you and them.

side by side.

quietly, naturally.

you know they’ll be there tomorrow.

and the day after that.

and in a week, a month, a year.

and suddenly, you’re celebrating your tenth anniversary,

realizing love didn’t need to be loud to be extraordinary.

i’m tired of dramatic love.

i don’t want to burn.

i want to be held.

i want love that is quiet.

predictable.

safe.

because peace is not the absence of love—

it’s what love is supposed to bring.