is having crushes on boys real?
cause I genuinely thought it was a bit. like....idk growing up a closet lesbian with parents who hate each other made me think that heterosexual love wasn't real but you deal with it anyway cause that's life. come to find out that some women are obsessed with their boyfriends like...for real...
bleed
carve your name deep in my flesh
drink my blood like a fine wine
make my skin your coat
for winter-time
knit my entrails into a scarf
wear my teeth on a silver necklace
blow me to bits, bite into my lips
i hunger to feel your reckless
cut my heart out and eat it on china
use my bones however you please
i live to serve, (or to be served )
for you I'll gladly bleed
boys are evil and don't appreciate art
it's absolutely soul crushing to share a piece of media with someone who doesn't appreciate it. i often find it difficult to connect with my younger brother without having shared media to discuss. so I finally showed him my favorite movie, dead poets society of course, and his reaction was to call Neil stupid and say that the overall film was "ok, kinda funny sometimes". meanwhile I had cried twice and was shaking and sobbing.
it's ok. he's not an artist. it didn't move him the way it moved me and it doesn't have to. and yet I find myself disappointed and upset that he'll never want to "carpe diem" or suck the marrow out of life. that he'll never let out a barbaric yawp or be good REALLY good.
i dunno. just thoughts
What's your favourite flower(s)?
i luv forget me nots
they're so tiny and delicate and such a pretty color AND have a cute name
โthat character is problematicโ i am sick and twisted. next
get mad if you want but I'll always be a hater to (fictional) children idgaf
rant.
WHY-?
why is tragedy beautiful?
why is suicide glamorized?
why do we romanticize the Ophelias, Hedda Gablers, Cleopatras and Sylvia Plaths?!
why are Neil Perry and Daisy Randone fan favorites?!
WHY do so many queer stories end in sorrow?!
We are here to live! Dying is a consequence, not an aspiration!
YES!! momento mori, but so you can remember to enjoy life now, CARPE DIEM!!
Why when we can romanticize life, do we choose death?
Why do we choose to retreat from the warm caress of the sun and turn to the suffocating vice grip of the earth?
DEAR GOD WHY!!!!!
an angelic silence
i cherish loneliness
i cling to it like apron strings
i crave it amidst the hurricane of company
the click of a lock, a clatter of limbs
a breath
and an angelic silence takes hold
everything cast in a buttery light of magma
and for a moment the screeching stops
and i'm not anything anymore