they diagnosed me with i love you and it’s incurable

love characters who are like "this is how the world works. this is how it has to be (because if i'm wrong i have to face what i've done // if i'm wrong i have to face whats been done to me) "

This trait is much more endearing in fiction than in my mother.

what's the opposite of feeling sand slip through your fingers because I feel this poem more and more as time passes

Challengers + I'm Your Man by Mitski

‘what’re u going to do w ur degree’ nothing. i’m going to start blowing things up

“i can’t do this anymore” says a girl who is not only going to do it but do it well

finding poetry in things that are not meant to be poetic

1. the fermi paradox’s wikipedia page: a poem about loneliness

2. the text warning about long-term nuclear waste storage: a poem about hubris

3. anti-predatory strategies of terrestrial isopods: a poem about survival

José Manuel Castro López

you 🫵 can kiss 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨💋 a hundred 💯 boys 👨⛹️♂️ in bars 🍸🍹✨ shoot 🔫🌠 another shot 💥🎉 try to stop 🚫✋the feeling 🤭 you 🫵 can say it's just ✨the way you are✨🤥 make a new excuse 🗣️🤕 another stupid 🤡 reason 🙄 good luck babe 😘👄 WELL GOOD LUCK BABE 💥✨🌠🏳️‍🌈

sometimes im like "wow holy shit im being really fucking annoying. i should stop talking" and then i pull out my magic 8 ball and it says "youve always been annoying and your friends chose to talk you anyways. youll be fine" and im like wow thanks magic 8 ball. and then the ogre attacks me

At some point in your life, you were taught that being slightly annoying is an unforgivable sin. Maybe it was by your parents or a teacher or a friend or a bully or an older sibling. But someone taught you that being slightly annoying is a crime punishable by death.

You must unlearn this.

You must accept that all people will be annoying at some point or another in their lives, maybe all of their lives, and that this is okay. It is okay for strangers on the bus, it is okay for children in the grocery store, it is okay for people on social media, and it is okay for you.

If you ever want to truly love your fellow humans, if you ever want to truly love yourself, you must have forgiveness for being annoying.

sunday drive by Kate Baer

the smallest artist i listen to? probably the bird outside my window

aha. i can tell from the look on your face that my behavior has surprised you. perhaps my past behavior had lead you to believe i'd respond to this circumstance differently? you've just encountered one of my trademark "multitudes"

Never understood the collective vehement resentment of small talk lol i hate the painful grind of small talk as much as the next person but i think id rather shrivel up and die than be denied nuggets of joy found in standing in an elevator and having a middle aged woman compliment my nails or bonding fleetingly with a cafegoer over the city's temperamental weather it's so integral to nurturing & cultivating the soul i think