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'It was in my temperament to avoid crowds and fervently attach myself to just one or two people.'

~Mary Shelley

"I've decided that my goal in life is no longer love. I choose myself. That way I won't be disappointed."

~Anne with an e

Father God called to his faithful lover in his bed.

+ My dear son, say goodbye to me, the evil of the son of man will kill me.

Devil bid farewell to his war and the blood he shed for his sake with his tears and the trembling tones of his violin.

''Like roses between the crumpled pages of an old book...''

She's like a dream.I think a dream girl should live in dream world<3

+I hate mondays

~Gregor Samsa

“Happiness is pretty simple: someone to love, something to do, something to look forward to.”

— Rita Mae Brown

OMFG what a way to start and finish the first episode of game of thrones!😱😵👏🏻

━━ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞

:¨ ·.· ¨:

`· . . ݁₊ ⊹ ✿𝐌𝐚𝐲⊹

https://x.com/Altheagarden

“Too often, the only escape is sleep.”

— Charles Bukowski

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, to listen to doctors and get my flu vaccine and any shots i could because they remembered Before.

then they started fighting Covid precautions.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that the ozone was disappearing and the earth was dying and we needed to recycle and save the planet.

now my parents think climate change is a myth.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that racism was a plague, that we had to love and accept everyone, that we should never judge before walking a mile in their shoes.

then they told me that protesting for my Black siblings was wrong.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that we needed to give to the poor. working at soup kitchens. making quilts. collecting food and money and supplies. building houses. because it was the christian and just plain right thing to do.

now they look at me, on food stamps with their grandchildren, and lament the "welfare state".

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that it was easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven and that any rich man, especially an immoral one, should never run our country.

you can guess who they voted for.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, so very much.

when did they forget?

I want the time back but not the thoughts, for they gave me lines of poetry you'd never compare to.

I want the tears back but not the lesson, for they gave me pages of introspection you'd never be able to achieve.

I want the overthinking back but not the drawls, for it gave me passages of comfort you'd never be able to give.

I want the happiness back but not the old me, for it gave me a better shield towards life I hope you never get.

“You are worth finding. Worth knowing. Worth loving. You and all your one million layers. Always hold that close.”

— Danielle Doby

“Promise me not to hide yourself when you’re in pain, it’s unfair that we laughed together but you cried alone”

— Unknown

“You’ve got to find yourself first. Everything else’ll follow.”

— Charles de Lint

Buffy the Vampire Slayer + Random Poetry

Okay but legit, the first time I saw this scene, those words struck a cord within in me. The music that plays, the way Flynn Carson says that, to three people who don't quite fit in anywhere. Except they fit in with the library. He offers then a home, a world that's they fit in with.

And for some reason when ever I need motivation I always go back to this scene. Because with this scene I'm reminded that somewhere, out there I'll fit in and somewhere out there I can do some good. And that life may have it's ups and downs but there will always be a place for me. And as a kid growing up I needed that.

And it's also like he's talking to the audience too.

Oh, impossible! Pipsy-posh! Pipsy-posh, Jenkins! People keep saying that as if we don’t eat the impossible for breakfast every day.

—Maria Michela Sassi, "Can we hope to understand how the Greeks saw their world?" (pub. Aeon) [ID in ALT]

KARMA.

“I’m a free spirit,” she said,

No, bitch, you, are spirit free.

Knocking the wind out of me,

as you always pretend to be,

A source of positivity,

while making my insides feel dead.

I will now and always dread,

this incoming storm I’m forced to dredge.

You love talking shit behind their backs,

yet act like you are holier than thou.

You should keep in mind even Hell has standards,

and not even there you’ll be allowed.

Incapable of accountability,

but you sure love to share your account,

“It’s not gossip if it’s true!”

I can write a book with the truths about you.

But you wouldn’t like that much, would you?

If I openly called you ‘a little bitch?’

I was only ten when you ran around town,

At age 35, tarnishing my image.

Now you’re old and look like a handbag,

But don’t flatter yourself; you don’t look like Coach.

For some reason your still with him,

And in that house like a roach.

But now you hate your job, and your mother in law,

You’re start regretting what you made your heart of,

FYI It’s stone, and I got another five letters for you,

It’s one word: Karma.

LOVE, DEAR ABBY

I will never beg you to stay

When you and I know you’ll just walk away

BAND-AID

Call your new toy by your pet name for me,

insist that that’s not how that is but I see,

I caught you red handed as you replaced me.

It was plain and simple, Destiny.

Pretend that you’re pure and that you share love,

But I know how to tell when looking at one,

You’re unstable and you blame everyone.

No wonder you’re so lonely in Edmonton.

Claim you don’t take sides yet turn and ‘campaign’,

To get others to leave me, but with you to stay,

The fact that it’s not real, that’s really the shame.

They’ll leave you one day.

You were shocked and confused when I stood up to you,

Went crying to Kevin, but he thought it through,

He knew that you were lying to him too.

Too bad. Screw you.

Do you need an emotional Band-Aid?

You’ve got no friends left after your charade.

Wish I could say I’m surprised, but I ain’t.

And it’s all because you’re a snake.

On Monday, you cried to me bout your boyfriend,

Then Tuesday, you told me, I wasn’t a good friend,

Three weeks ago you decided it was the end.

Not such a nice Canadian.



You made up some false narrative in your head,

Badmouthed me to all of our mutual friends,

And now to me, you’re simply dead.

Hope it was worth it in the end.

LOVE, DEAR ABBY







“He left me the way he always had: disappointed, but not surprised.”

LOVE, DEAR ABBY

I want so badly to talk to you, but have no idea what to even say.

LOVE, DEAR ABBY

WAR.

Three rotations around the sun,

and sometimes I’m still not over it,

I know the war is what I won,

But those battle plans just won’t quit.

I dug many trenches back when fighting,

years later, they aren’t filled,

‘Should I’ve done things different?’ Keeps me awake,

With sleep deprivation, I’m skilled.

I think of who I might have been if you hadn’t happened,

But if not, I wouldn’t have met that man, I wouldn’t have stole his hat and,

Put it on; “combat vet” it read right on brim,

The two of us weren’t so different, we both had wars we tried to win.

But that’s the thing about going to war:

even if you come out on ‘top’,

The ghosts you met will follow you,

The haunting will never stop.

But there’s something nice meeting a veteran,

Literal or not,

He’ll support you unconditionally,

your back he’s always got

And so I bought him flowers,

A simple thought that crossed my mind,

I’ll never forget that smile

When he revealed it was the first time,

That someone gave him something

for his service, not anyone,

The thing is, he’s got no idea

how much for me he’s done.

LOVE, DEAR ABBY

Thank you for treating me the way I never knew I was supposed to be treated.

LOVE, DEAR ABBY

I don’t just love the way they love me; I love the way they make me love myself.

- LOVE, DEAR ABBY

“A hero is a person or character who is admired for their courage, achievements, noble qualities, who looks fear in the eyes and doesn’t even blink.”

That is the quote I saw on the wall of my sixth grade students classroom today. I strongly disagree.

All humans have hesitated. It’s instinct. It’s vital. It’s as strong as your heart beating. It is the culmination of thousands of years of survival. Hesitation is a universal experience.

Therefore, a hero always “blinks.” That ‘blink’ is the moment that human beings realize what they are doing. That singular defining moment that changes the gravity of the situation. The exact second that the given circumstances could produce a hero if the right choices are made.

Humans program robots. Robots don’t blink. If a robot were to walk through a path of throwing knives without blinking, would it be a hero? No, of course not. But by the first definition, they technically would be. The reasoning as to why they aren’t? Because the robot faces no repercussions. The robot has no risk. The robot has no real understanding of the danger, nor have they been forced to confront the facts of what they are up against.

That's where we come to our hero blinking. In order to be a hero, you must blink. You must have a moment to see the horrors that all logic would tell to run. Because it’s in that blink that the hero confronts the danger they put themselves in, and pushes forth anyways. That is what makes a hero. To have that shackling sensation of hesitation, and where most others would turn back, they trailblaze on. They trailblaze on anyway.

So here I propose a new definition:

“A hero is a person or character who is admired for their courage, achievements, and noble qualities, who looks fear in the eyes, blinks, and despite facing the world’s darkness, chooses to continue being the world’s light.”

GREY.

How the worlds gone grey,

all the colors left.

I hear that you’re ok.

Don’t you have any regrets?

All the struggles,

All the pain,

All the time I wasn’t ok.

All the years,

All the hurt,

All the times I wished I wasn’t yours.

I stopped going to therapy,

not because I thought I’d manage;

I didn’t go because it’s not fair,

For me to pay the repairs of your damage.

You got off Scott-free,

and I’m not at all shocked,

but I know it’s not me…

It was you who caused,

This slow motion car crash.

All these years later, I still have

the bruises and the whiplash,

but you don’t have a scratch.

I replay it frame by frame,

Incinerated in my brain,

So I could forever torture myself

Asking myself again,

What did I do wrong?

Was it me?

Did I ask too much?

What did you need?

What could I have done,

differently?

Or even worse,

was it you and not me?

LOVE, DEAR ABBY