alright fam, i’m coming back to this blog eventually but in the meantime since everything is stressing me out, i made a little pocketful of joy blog to get me back in the swing of things

decided to celebrate/critique the day with a livestream of an am.erican t.ail in a few. because i’m a first gen american daughter of refugees & because this whole movie (including horner’s amazing score) chokes me tf up. & because it pertains to this blog because…mice and whatnot. give me a shout if/what time you’re free & i’ll solidify it asap.

decided to celebrate/critique the day with a livestream of an am.erican t.ail in a few. because i’m a first gen american daughter of refugees & because this whole movie (including horner’s amazing score) chokes me tf up. & because it pertains to this blog because…mice and whatnot. give me a shout if/what time you’re free & i’ll solidify it asap.

If you want to interact with a human original character, whose personality is based on the ocean, please like or reblog this post. 

❛ All that’s known in history, in science — overthrown. ❜ ❛ You doubt them, and soon they bark and hound you. ❜ ❛ All they say is  ‘trust in what is written. ❜ ❛ Wars are made, and somehow that is wisdom. ❜ ❛ Thought is suspect and money is their idol. ❜ ❛ And nothing is okay unless it’s scripted in their Bible. ❜ ❛ But I know there’s so much more to find just in looking through myself, and not at them. ❜ ❛ Still, I know to trust my own true mind. ❜ ❛ Name the stars and know their dark returning. ❜ ❛ Just watch me. ❜   ❛ God, I dreamed there was an angel who could hear me through the wall. ❜ ❛ This is so not life at all. Help me out, out of this nightmare. ❜ ❛ Just give it time, kid. ❜ ❛ Let me teach you how to handle all the sadness in your soul. ❜ ❛ It’s the bitch of living. ❜ ❛ God, my whole life’s like some test. ❜ ❛ It’s like, just kiss some ass, man. Then you can screw ‘em all. ❜ ❛ It’s the bitch of living and living in your head. ❜ ❛ It’s the bitch of living and sensing God is dead. ❜ ❛ It’s the bitch of living and knowing this is it. ❜ ❛ God, is this it? This can’t be it. ❜ ❛ Oh God, what a bitch! ❜ ❛ It’s almost like loving. Sad as that is. ❜ ❛ It’s like I’m your lover or more like your ghost. ❜ ❛ I spend the day wondering what you do, where you go. ❜ ❛ I try and just kick it but what can I do. ❜ ❛ It’s chill in the wind but it’s warm in your arms. ❜ ❛ I love when you do stuff that’s rude and so wrong. ❜   ❛ I ride on the rush, all the hopes, all the dreams. ❜ ❛ I may be neglecting the things I should do. ❜ ❛ You. You. You. ❜ ❛ No more whispering anymore. ❜ ❛ Touch me — just like that. ❜ ❛ God, that’s so nice. ❜ ❛ No more weeping anymore. ❜ ❛ Touch me, all silent. ❜ ❛ Tell me, please, ‘all is forgiven’. ❜ ❛ Touch me — just try it. ❜ ❛ I’ll love you right. ❜ ❛ Just too unreal, all this. ❜ ❛ Haven’t you heard the word of your body? ❜ ❛ Haven’t you heard the word of my wanting? ❜ ❛ Oh, I’m gonna be wounded. ❜ ❛ Oh, I’m gonna be your wound. ❜ ❛ Oh, I’m gonna bruise you. ❜ ❛ Oh, you’re gonna be my bruise. ❜ ❛ Watching his/her/their/your world slip through my fist. ❜ ❛ Haven’t you heard the word – how I want you? ❜ ❛ I wanna be strong. I want the world to find out. ❜ ❛ Truly it touched me — it did — that you would think of me as a friend. ❜ ❛ Uh huh…uh huh…uh huh…well, fine. ❜ ❛ Not like it’s even worth the time. ❜   ❛ But still, you know, you wanted more. ❜ ❛ Sorry, it won’t change — been there before. ❜ ❛ A thousand bucks, I’m, like, scott free. ❜ ❛ By now you know the score. ❜ ❛ You’re gonna crash and burn. ❜ ❛ You toe the line. ❜ ❛ They’re not my home, not anymore. ❜ ❛ In any case, I assure you that your present misfortune will have no effect on my feelings for you. ❜ ❛ Okay, so nothing’s changed — heard that before. ❜ ❛ I am unchangingly, and most fondly yours. ❜ ❛ Just fuck it, right? Enough, that’s it. ❜ ❛ Another day of utter shit. ❜ ❛ Flip on a switch, and everything’s fine. ❜ ❛ But there’s nowhere to hide from these bones, from my mind. ❜ ❛ Awful sweet to be a little butterfly. Just wingin’ over things, and nothing deep inside. ❜ ❛ I don’t do sadness. ❜ ❛ And who can say what dreams are? ❜ ❛ And who can say what we are? ❜ ❛ Can’t help the itch to touch, to kiss to hold ____ once again. ❜ ❛ All things ____ never did are left behind. ❜ ❛ When we look back, thirty years from now, tonight will seem unbelievably…beautiful. ❜ ❛ I thought perhaps, we’d only talk — ❜ ❛ So, are you sorry we…? ❜ ❛ I love you, _____, as I have never loved anyone! ❜ ❛ Oh, you’re gonna be wounded. ❜ ❛ Oh, you’re gonna be my wound. ❜ ❛ Oh you’re gonna bruise too. ❜ ❛ Oh, I’m gonna be your bruise. ❜ ❛ Such a shame. Such a sin. ❜ ❛ Those you’ve known and lost, still walk behind you. ❜ ❛ Those you’ve pained may carry that still with them. ❜ ❛ You’ve left them far behind. ❜ ❛ There’s a way through this. ❜ ❛ There’s so much more to find — another dream, another love you’ll hold. ❜ ❛ On your way you are not alone. ❜