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knox overstreet | he/him | hellton academy of homoeroticism
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐱 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭. 𝐭𝐑𝐞 π₯𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐭𝐑𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐒𝐜 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐒𝐜.

π‘›π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’: π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘₯ 'π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘₯π‘–π‘œπ‘’π‘ ' π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘‘

π‘Žπ‘”π‘’: 𝟷𝟽 ( π‘ π‘’π‘π‘‘π‘’π‘šπ‘π‘’π‘Ÿ πŸ·π‘ π‘‘ )

π‘Ž π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘“: π‘™π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘›, π‘’π‘›π‘”π‘™π‘–π‘ π˜©, π‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘£π‘’π‘ , π‘π‘œπ‘’π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘¦, π‘™π‘’π‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ .

- 𝑖 𝑠𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 π‘™π‘’π‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘‘π‘œ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘ , 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 π‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘  π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Ž π‘‘π˜©π‘–π‘›π‘”.

- 𝑖 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑 π‘‘π‘œπ‘œ π‘šπ‘’π‘π˜© π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘‘π˜©π‘’ π‘™π‘Žπ‘˜π‘’.

- π‘“π‘Žπ‘£π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘π‘’ 𝑠𝑒𝑏𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑑𝑠 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘’π‘›π‘”π‘™π‘–π‘ π˜©, π‘™π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘› π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘π˜©.

- 𝑖 π‘šπ‘–π‘”π˜©π‘‘ π˜©π‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘Ž π‘›π‘–π‘π‘œπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘’ π‘Žπ‘‘π‘‘π‘–π‘π‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘›.

- π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘“ π‘π‘œπ‘“π‘“π‘’π‘’, π‘‘π˜©π‘œπ‘’π‘”π˜© π‘šπ‘¦ π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘œπ‘šπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘’ π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘–π‘šπ‘  𝑖 π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘œ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘›π‘¦ π‘π‘œπ‘“π‘“π‘’π‘’ π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘›π‘  π‘œπ‘› π˜©π‘–π‘  π‘›π‘œπ‘‘π‘’π‘ .

- 𝑖 π‘‘π˜©π‘–π‘›π‘˜ π‘‘π˜©π‘’ π‘œπ‘‘π˜©π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘œπ‘¦π‘  π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘‘π˜©π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ 𝑏𝑦 π˜©π‘œπ‘€ π‘™π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ 𝑖 π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘¦ π‘šπ‘¦ 𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑦𝑙𝑠 π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘šπ‘–π‘‘π‘›π‘–π‘”π˜©π‘‘, 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑖 𝑗𝑒𝑠𝑑 π‘π‘Žπ‘›'𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 π‘€π‘–π‘‘π˜©π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘‘π˜©π‘’π‘š.

- π‘šπ‘¦ π‘π‘œπ‘“π‘“π‘’π‘’ π‘Žπ‘‘π‘‘π‘–π‘π‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘šπ‘Žπ‘˜π‘’π‘  π‘šπ‘¦ π˜©π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘  π‘ π˜©π‘Žπ‘˜π‘’, 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑑'𝑠 π‘œπ‘˜π‘Žπ‘¦, 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 π‘˜π‘’π‘’π‘ π‘‘π˜©π‘’π‘š 𝑖𝑛 π‘šπ‘¦ π‘π‘œπ‘π‘˜π‘’π‘‘π‘ .

- π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’π‘  𝑖 π‘€π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘π‘’ π‘™π‘’π‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  𝑖'π‘š π‘‘π‘œπ‘œ π‘Žπ‘“π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘–π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑, π‘ π‘œ π‘‘π˜©π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’'𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑦 π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘Ž π‘π‘’π‘›π‘π˜© π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘π˜©π‘’π‘š π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘π‘˜π‘’π‘‘ 𝑖𝑛 π‘šπ‘¦ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ .

- π‘‘π˜©π‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘–π‘› 𝑖𝑠 π‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒 π‘‘π‘œπ‘œ. 𝑖 π‘™π‘–π‘˜π‘’ 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’ π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘›π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π˜© 𝑖𝑑.

β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €and someday, i will put links here:

β €poetry | photography | excerpts from books i'll never write.

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i dream of you naked. i don't dream of you without any clothes on, but i dream of you dancing in front of me the way you dance when you're alone in your room. i dream of the day you'll laugh at my jokes the way you laugh at those stupid videos in your phone when you're alone in your room. i dream of the morning i'll wake up to you untangling your hair because you shift in your sleep. i wish of the night you won't be scared to yawn without covering your mouth and the night you'll fall asleep on my chest the way you did with your mother when you were little. i dream of the moment you'll sing to me the way you sing in the shower or the moment you'll eat with me the way you eat with your siblings around. i don't necessarily want to see you physically naked, but rather mentally. i want to strip you of normality and have you speak to me in the same words you overthink. it doesn't have to make sense. i want your tangled hair and curtain bangs, your summer dresses and golden earrings. i also want your t-shirt days and bloated tummy. i want your stretch marks and scars, your unplucked eyebrows and dry lips. i want your human imperfections and divine energy. i want your blue and purple soul to blend with mine. i want to barefootedly walk with you through grass and lavender fields. i dream of the day you'll be reminded that your soul and life matter more to me than your perfect imperfections.

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the rain in your hair

i sit by the french windows

steam rising from my mug of coffee

it's 9 pm, but morning somewhere

i listen to the music playing outside my house

thunder, rain, the train that passes by

someone appeares out of the dark

enclosing the space between them and my window

brushing their hands against the glass

telling me it's going to be alright

their hair is dark and wet and smoke is coming through their mouth

they're crying and shivering

cold

the storm brought them to me

each lightning that strikes makes it more visible to me

impossibly, their face looks similar to my reflection in the window

when i reach out to touch them, they do too

our fingers dance terribly yet perfectly in sync

the glass freezes under our fingertips

it's me

i've come to remind myself that it's going to be alright

because in the end, it will

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hi hope youre doing well. I am in an emergency situation where i need help escaping from my abuser. some days i am scared for my life. I need help at the least having my post get shared which is pinned to my account so i can recieve funds to dip off IMMEDIATELY. thank you very much. have a good rest of your day/night wherever you may be.

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PLEASE REBLOG!!!!!!!
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i don't know when all my 940 appeared or what the reason they follow me is but

thank you guys:( i hope i put a smile on your face once in a while

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babo0shka

Are hand pics still a thing ppl simp over

yes

πŸ‘€

A while back I posted a picture of me holding a copy of The Secret History and someone complimented my hands and that gets me through life tbh ssmsmsms. I really hate my face but at least I have nice hands???

feel free to show me your hands

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i'm doing this for an experiment but...

comment or reblog if you would kiss meπŸ˜πŸ‘‰πŸ‘ˆ

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i really wish i was in the middle of a forest right now. barefoot. i wish it was raining and that the sky was completely grey. dark grey. i wish there were thunders and that only the sound of the birds escaping the woods played in the background. i wish i was alone, surrounded by the shallow darkness and the furious wind slamming itself against the pine trees. i wish i could feel raindrops showering my body so my tears would mean nothing. i wish i could scream from the top of my lungs until my chest would burn, and in the middle of that forest i wish i could drop to my knees and see the branches moving angrily underneath the sorrowful clouds. lately, i wish i could escape into this grey world of mine β€” a world where the wind brushes off my numbness, the rain washes off my aches and the trees shield me from another heartbreak. i wish i could befriend the deer that looks like me like i'm a madman. i wish i could climb on top of the highest maple tree and look out into the sea of sable evening leaves. i wish i could set my body free of clothes and in my nakedness to feel the pressure of the cold summer breeze and to know that it, hitting me, is the only form of love i've ever tasted. i wish i was struck by lightning not once, but maybe three times, so my lips and nose could bleed and i could feel some taste. a taste of myself, to be reminded that there's cold liquor running through my prominent green veins.

i wish i could be reminded that i'm still alive.

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i love to see you tangled in roses

pinched by their thrones

and bleeding their redness

i love to see you wearing my shirt

with nothing underneath

except your everlasting shallowness

and i love to see you dance

on the sound of my cries

for i know you don't care

and i love every second of it

i love to see you coming in

i know it means you'll also leave

i love it for you never turn around to check

if i'm still looking

why is that?

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its been a few months but im still in love with u

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