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Men So Ghastly
Our brothers that supported and cheered for us When did they turn into mysogynists who leered at us When do sons turn into the very monster mothers warn their daughters about When do the boys we played with start believing in the words some idiots spout How can he be a doting father a moment and a bloody molester in the next Since when was stalking romantic, was consent only to be found in an old text I ask a question, so many whispered to their soul so quietly How did the boys so lovely, grow into men so ghastly? Was it the society that poisoned young minds to force us apart Did it shape those malleable minds into an axe that cleaves our heart Was it the wrong parenting, that somehow instilled these ideas of superiority Gave their children the ridiculous notions of being the ultimate authority But then how did siblings grow up to have ideologies so different The fault never truly laid solely at the feet of their parent If they were born that way then how do brothers differ so. If it's the peer pressure then where did the conscience go? Should the question be flipped to look at what some did right? Instead of only looking for the faults of the ones that went off the light These men that respect everyone, where were they brought up? These that talk instead of hitting when a disagreement does flare up I hope for a world where they aren't like a needle in a haystack A world where women don't always have a set of eyes on their back A world where the girls can play into the night with the boys Where a girl doesn't lose her innocence at an age to play with toys
-Sharma
A House of My Own
Not a flat. Not an apartment in back. Not a man’s house. Not a daddy’s. A house all my own. With my porch and my pillow, my pretty purple petunias. My books and my stories. My two shoes waiting beside the bed. Nobody to shake a stick at. Nobody’s garbage to pick up after. Only a house quiet as snow, a space for myself to go, clean as paper before the poem.
Sandra Cisneros
Tips for living alone for the first time
I moved out a year ago and thought it'd be cool to share what I've learned so you don't have to suffer as much :,)
Decide a day to sit down and pay all bills and everyone
Know and accept you won't get your initial budget right, it took me a year
Google is your friend, but people are better.
Especially when looking for cheap markets and places to eat, or safe streets to walk around, people know more than google.
4. Speaking of cheap markets... get those (free) memberships for discounts. But most importantly, dowload and check every supermarket app and search for the cheapest one.
5. When looking for a place to live, try to speak with people who live there and check google maps reviews and your countrys site for custumers complaints.
6. You likely don't need to clean as often as your family told you, but cleaning your place will make you feel better. And you gotta clean the fridge. And hair. So much hair.
7. If you don't have a fridge, just a small cooler, check if the building has a common fridge/kitchen and Don't. Be. Shy to use it please.
I recommend not moving into a place without a fridge if you don't plan on eating out or going to the market every two days.
8. Carry your documents with you, or write them down or make a copy. I recommend not carrying the original since if you lose it/get mugged it's a pain in the ass to get it fixed.
9. Cook as much as you can in one go, but don't overwhelm yourself. Get those washed vegetables and cut onions, do what you need so you don't end up exhausted and crying on the floor... not that I've ever done that myself...
10. It's gonna feel hard at times and that's ok! The freedom is worth it, and after a year I'm really happy with all the progress I've made
11. Avoid pets, especially in a scenario that you're moving around or in a small studio or with financial difficulties (this can change from ppl to ppl etc)
12. Join or make a chat group with everyone in the building, without the sindicate so y'all can be honest about complains and create a single, solid complaint before showing it to the sindicate. (apartment manager? syndic? assignee? idk, whoever fixes things)
That's all I can remember for now, feel free to ad or correct me if you like :)
Looked at a patient who two weeks ago was lifeless and motionless and on their way to death... and today they were sitting on the bed and smiling at me and all I could do was smile back and give them thumbs up and blink rapidly as to not cry in front of a nurse and the physiotherapist....
Here comes the girl who spent her sunday alone in her room reading a book 👧coffee made☕ calming musics listened🎧.
pic: endofthelifee
i'm trying so hard to finish reading the ortho chapter but it's so long i want to give up
isn’t it cute when you can hear the smile in someone’s voice ?
Hahahah!!
Reblog this post to cast Crumb of Serotonin on whoever you reblogged it from
Waiting for happen 🙂
Darling,
press your fingers
to my neck. Can you
feel
my noteless melody, my
formless rhythm
and
the caged conductor in my
chest? I hope so; it's all for
you.
by me <3
Stop scrolling for a minute, take a deep breath. Come and sit down with me for a minute, I’ll make us some tea. It’s a quiet morning, apart from the birds of course. We can sit here for a while, we can chat or just pass the time of day. Or we can go for a walk if you want, my dog can come with us. She doesn’t walk very fast but it will give us time to take in the wildflowers as we go. Or we can go into town and wonder around the secondhand bookstores because there are so many stories we haven’t read yet. And there is something magical about secondhand books, knowing they’ve been loved before. Time passes slowly here, there’s no where to be. Remember no matter how bad things seem, everything will be okay. You’re safe here, darling. Stay as long as you like and you can always come back. Chin up, my love. You’re going to be just fine.
Down this old street
the frame houses tilt west
and the hats are different
As always
there’s a war on
disrupting a sad
someplace else
The happy dogs
ignorant of that
catastrophe
run in packs
down our sidewalks
playing as wolves
We have
two meanings
for peaches
and both involve lips
August sun, soft and sweet
A bright sky slipping down my chin
Tiny grin, this little sin, no one knows
The sticky underneath
So lush to linger
Linger longer
Summer flesh, softened lips
Would you like a taste?
The part where I pretend
Gravity is a strange concept So many times I promised I’ll stop falling for what’s above me Like a fool, a slave of my heart Quixotic desires, shameless hunger Always longing for you Always paying the price.
I suppose this is the part where I pretend you mean nothing My feelings aren’t real You’re never on my mind Truth is it hurts to say All I see is you, Each and every time I close my eyes.
We’re from different worlds, I know But you should see my face and how it smiles When you’re around How you make the sun shine differently How every word you speak writes poetry How do I tell my heart I can’t have you Because it’s killing me?
I suppose this is the part where I pretend I don’t care You’re holding someone else’s hand I’m fine, moving on with life Truth is it hurts to say I love you, I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.
I keep pretending just to get through the day Fake a smile, no one knows what I feel I tell myself I don’t love you I show the world I don’t need you But deep inside I know the truth It’s crazy to think I didn’t even lose you Because you were never mine.
~ A. A. Roman
💟💜Purplelove🇺🇸🇮🇳
Untitled Lover-Poem
Kiss my eyes,
Think of the days where your lips touched mine.
close my eyes
Whenever you kiss me I feel woozy
N tongue tied
Close my eyes,
How embarassing,
I said kiss instead of close earlier
Tease me bout it
N we laid up in bed
Ya stroke my hair
Talk about my curls and call em curly q's
You make me feel beautiful in my natural skin
My heart it beats for you, without an end, without a wall, no security perimeters
Ain know parameters came to your love
N that I'd be left wit my heart wit no mold
Just lay all mushy in ya hand
Like putty on a hot day someone left in my patio
Know I don't say this enough,
But ya got a real big fatty-yo
N I know you hate that I do dat
That I joke n stuff
N I tell you I'll be more mindful
N you scoff cuz that ain enough
But I'm tryin
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gentle reminder: you are very capable and I’m excited for your future
gentle reminder: you are very capable and I’m excited for your future
slightly less gentle reminder: you do have to work for it
Alex
I've been thinking of you lately, I wonder if there's something I could've said Maybe I could’ve told you that you were different, Different in every single way; Because you were, You were anything and everything, Undeserving of all the pain "Just a spoiled brat", they said, But that's not how I remember you, You always stood out from the rest Because you cared, You wore your heart on your sleeves And taught me how to do the same You know I’m happy to be sharing your name, And I’m sorry I couldn’t stop them that day.
~ A. A. Roman
Hello there✋👋 back to old city with new old dream and new goals. I hope Won't regret this decision. 😬🤎❣️
me explaining how when I change my phone wallpaper, it symbolizes a whole new era
They really should invent a form of caffeine that doesn't make me pee every five minutes
“When we base our connections off physical, we lose how it could feel to talk to someone about their biggest fears. We lose the nights staying up way too late comparing dreams. We miss out on relationships built by trust and kindness and vulnerability. We lose the emotional aspect, the part that equates to longevity and something real. When we base our attraction on the physical alone, we forget that there is so much more to a person than what meets the eye. We learn that there are layers to each of us, some dark and some bright, and all these layers make us who we are, make us human and worthy of love. When we base our attraction off appearance, we lose out on the people who will love us for us. Because we don’t see them noticing the depth of who we are—we’re too busy searching for a perfection we’re never going to find. When we base our attraction on pictures, on bodies, on superficial or lust-filled aspects of people, we chase relationships that aren’t meaningful. We chalk up people to images. We objectify instead of learn who someone is. And we hold ourselves back from finding something, someone confusing and complicated and wonderful and real.”
— Marisa Donnelly
Prompt: Illicit Intentions
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I know it’s wrong
The way I look at you
The way I want to touch you
How your name rolls off my tongue
Like it was always meant to
When you hold me,
It feels like heaven
You give me a bliss
I didn’t even know existed
I want to reach out
I want to grab on
I want more
And I know you said,
This is purely physical
And I know everyone says,
It’s only ever physical
But for once,
After a night of purely physical,
Can you hold me
Like it’s more?
it’s insane. the love cycle.
the thought of you was as dull as ditchwater, you came closer to me each passing day, i would overshare my life with you, unconsciously, and you kept listening to me, wanting to know me more. unknowingly, my heart wasn’t in its place anymore. it was no more with me but you. i reached out to you, expecting our love to grow more than ever before.. we were just some miles away from being one. like always, fate had something else in store for us maybe. you left. i’m here. waiting for you to come back and tell me, “let’s give us another chance.”
each passing day my love only grows for you ر
you were the vessel God chose, to bring me close to Him. you taught me new ways. beautiful ways. the correct ways of life. the ones i wish i knew before, so we didn’t have to part ways like that. i’m sorry i was insensible. i wish you held on to me. gave me a chance maybe. gave us a chance.
now i sit here, with the universe reminding me of you, my love for God increasing, achieving milestones in life, but alongside the absence of my love, longing and yearning for your presence in my life.