absolutely insane shit happening on twitter
write hard and clear,
about what hurts.
has a breakdown about what a lonely life it is. goes for a walk with headphones in. purchases a beverage at the supermarket. you know how it goes
what the fuck makes phone apps so cocky as to send me notifications telling me to use it. my grocery list app straight up went "you havent made a list in a while! 🙂" are you out of your fucking mind. you are a program. why are you speaking to me like youre my equal. i could replace you with a pen and the back of a receipt. idiot. i kill you now
“I was looking for a love unlike my parents’ love or my sister’s love or the love on a foreign kitchen floor. I wanted my own kitchen to keep clean and full of bread and milk and hot sauce and a big clean empty sink where I could wash my dishes. I wanted to forgive my mother and father for their misery and find myself a light man who lived buoyantly and to be both his light and his dark, serious baby.”
— Rebecca Dinerstein, The Sunlit Night (via fragmentarie)
hey you reading this, you are gorgeous. I'm gonna need you to drink some water though. just because you're so gorgeous doesn't mean you can skip out on drinking water
i think love is stored in nighttime conversations and “did you eat yet” and books left outside your door and “i waited to watch this with you” and splitting something in half to share and “im proud of you” and folded towels and “you can pick” and heads on shoulders and “you’re right, that was shitty. im sorry” and knocks on doors and “DINNER!” and stupid jokes and “hey i got this for you” and coffee made just right and… there are so many ways people say i love you silently every day over and over again if you only listen
I used to be 21 but now I'm 24. so you can understand why I'm so freaked out
it’s difficult to be a dom with anarchist leanings.
my sub will be like “i have to tell you something… i broke a rule. i’ll accept whatever punishment you see fit.” and i’m like. rise up comrade you have nothing to lose but your padded restraints. no doms no masters. oh you want me to spank you. yeah i can do that.
My oil painting of an Uncrustable
Or earlier! Any red state can turn blue if enough voters turn out.
ghost boy(s), he/him/his/they, midtwenties, “academia coded boy but he’s done his degree and works at a bar and does all his reading on the subway” — both a boy and a system (woaw)
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