Latest Posts by angelcake-worldd - Page 5
the lost art of caring
it happened slowly
pre-written birthday cards, texts instead of calls
and when you do call, there's always a reason
there's always an occasion
shows of affection are sequestered to Valentine's Day
flowers always have strings attached
you don't know your neighbors
you don't have phone numbers memorized
you don't cry, you laugh quietly, you don't raise your voice
until you don't feel
you don't care
and nobody cares for you
“Remember, being yourself is the only way to find out who truly cares and loves you for you.”
— TheGoodVibe
Edmund Dulac (1882–1953) - Alone
from Edgar Allan Poe's 'The Bells and Other Poems', 1912
“. . . . And all I loved, I loved alone. . . .”
Edmund Dulac (1882–1953) - Alone
from Edgar Allan Poe's 'The Bells and Other Poems', 1912
“. . . . And all I loved, I loved alone. . . .”
life's little beauties are too sweet to not be sampled and savored
life's little beauties are too sweet to not be sampled and savored
i try to get dolled up every day so no matter when i die I'll be a pretty ghost
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!!!!!
potential is a terrifying power we humans hold
to know that we could be anything, that we are everything
that it could shift or vanish in an instant
that nothing may matter later, but everything matters now
soap
Before my birth, there was a gamble
Weary walking through the brambles
All my life is all in shambles
My soup tastes like soap
I like writing silly things
She only sees the worst of me
Burning tears fall relentlessly
And my soup tastes like soap
Problems are unsolvable
I pretend responsible
Maybe I’m unlovable
And my soup still tastes like soap
“Don’t waste words on people who deserve your silence. Sometimes the most powerful thing you can say is nothing at all.”
— Mandy Hale
🫶🏻
“Don’t allow your wounds to turn you into a person you are not.”
— Paulo Coelho
Dmitry Kochanovich (Russian,b. 1972)
Rose
Oil on canvas
silliness
My life is somewhat sillyness
An endless game of charades
If no one takes me seriously
My freedom is my own to cherish
Untethered to expectation, I perform the truth