Latest Posts by amiyetagain - Page 5

i hate my hometown (sits by water when im stressed or upset) i hate my hometown (walks in the woods whenever i get the chance) i hate my hometown (still has a calendar reminder for our niche little holidays) i hate my hometown (still carries the rosary from the church i grew up in even though im not religious) i hate my hometown (listens to old country songs when im sad) i hate

Maybe if I lay in the grass long enough the dandelions will overtake me and I don't have to do human things anymore.

love writing. writing is awesome. it’s a shame that it involves writing though

dandelions deserve more respect than they get

you say “weeds” I say “widespread non-native edible plant and early-blooming pollinator resource that is not considered invasive because it behaves politely and does not cause deleterious ecological consequences”

youre doing great op hang in there

I saw somebody be wrong on the internet and I didn’t respond (don’t want to get involved) and I’m being SO brave about it

check out literally just sitting outside if u can. the hobby of the summer

i don't smoke for the obvious reasons of not wanting to develop an addiction to nicotine but god do i so often feel the emotion 'i need a cigarette'.

now that i am a real adult i am starting to realise. media lied to me about the availability of rooftops to go hang out on. every day i wish i could be hanging out on a rooftop somewhere looking cool as fuck

Occasionally I will go Oh you know what I can rewatch one of my favourite shows while eating! I see no issues with this plan at all :) and then I always end up crying into my pasta

(very unreasonable) times i decided to go exploring

it was 30°F and i decided to climb the silo at my grandparents' farm without gloves (its about 60ft tall) (just exposed rungs running up the outside of it) (it was freezing) (the bottom is surrounded by concrete) (i climbed all the way to the top) (did not tell anyone i was going)

later that year, in the summer, i wanted to go find deer bones where the hunters toss their leftovers in the woods so i went in flip flops and an oversized hoodie (walked about half a mile to get there) (carried the bones back tied together in a random piece of cloth) (had the time to grab the cloth but not actual shoes) (did not tell anyone i was going)

wanted to climb a tree. went out to the woods via rolling under the electric cow fence and climbed as high as the branches could hold me, read a book (was there for around three hours) (the cows looked confused) (did not tell anyone i was going)

was starved for outside time after moving to uni, found some trails going through the woods (went wandering around on them after dark because i didnt want to miss the sun set) (had no idea how far the trails went) (it was almost pitch black when i got back) (did not tell anyone i was going)

on that same note, if i couldnt sleep id wander around campus with my headphones on at 3am (my roommate says im not supposed to do this anymore) (because i didnt tell anyone i was going)

tonight i wanted to poke through some trails i havent been on and a park off campus so i did (i had all day after class) (decided to go after sunset) (right before a thunderstorm) (as usual, did not tell anyone i was going)

hey man I found a piece of your soul stuck in the text messages of old friends you don’t speak to anymore. do you want it back

while you were studying girls i was kissing the blade

Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

a relic,,,, of a happier time,,,

Is there a word that’s a mix between angry and sad

what if i replaced my blood with glitter gel pen ink. what then

what if i replaced my blood with glitter gel pen ink. what then

the fucking Urge to live forever in the liminal space of soft lighting at 1am, lying in the arms of someone you adore where everything is soft and silent and good

i really do love holding grudges but i have to admire their apology vid. concrete changes, acknowledgement of their fuck up, and apologies to us as their fans were done really eloquently

however

they still *intended* to fuck us over like that. if we didnt call them out on it they would have gone on to paywall everything and left us in the dust

idk yall its been a wild ride

Soo the whole watcher thing.. how are we doing guys?? 😭

Watchergate: 4/19-4/22

me when a poem says something that i have the possibility of feeling

me. me when a poem says something ive felt before

call me crazy but paywalling content whose fan base is 90% teens and young adults in the middle of a recession seems like a bad idea

in the google doc. straight up "writing it". and by "it", haha, well. let's justr say. Nothing

shoutout to friends btw. best thing earth has to offer

fish want me women divorce me

sometimes u listen to some pop song from 2010 and realize oh my younger self is still in here

Rack

Change a single letter and change the word game

I want to play a game with you all.

You have to make a new word by changing only one letter of the last word.

Dirt

if you cant respect the most innocent form of trust i dont like you

If you break pinkie promises you’re a weirdo and I hate you

online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

One year ago, “The Owl House” S3 concluded with “Watching and Dreaming”

April 8, 2023