Moonshyness - In Between Worlds

Emily Dickinson, from her poem titled "1188," featured in The Emergency Poet

getting my yearning surgically removed tomorrow

youre gonna grow up and realize just how much more lightheartedness you need in life

Green Path

𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 🍵

the problem i run into men, without fail, is trying to talk to them like i talk to women and realizing that even the most conscious and progressive and evolved man just cannot reach me at the depth that women can. i want and expect that depth and complexity every time, but i need to let it go. i still enjoy talking to a handful of men, it’s not like it’s all horrible and boring—there’s fun and charm there. it’s just different.

america has a functioning democracy where one party tries to kill you and the only other party just campaigns around the fact that they aren’t the party that tries to kill you

to the version of myself who got me this far,

you weren't supposed to die this way. despite the circumstances in which you had to go, i wanted to let you go with grace, for you gave me what i needed, when i needed it the most.

you didn't deserve the pain they put you through, or the pain i put you through. you deserved to receive the same love that you brought to other people.

at first i wanted to save you, i wanted to retrieve the memory of what it was like to be you. at least hold on a little bit longer. i didn't want to let you go, but i had to.

i take the goodness you left, and i carry it with me in my new shell. just know, i won't ever forget what you had to go through to become me.