I Didn't Ask If It Made Sense To Keep Going. I Said I'm Going To Kick Your Twisted Evil Ass.

i will love you after you’re gone

here with me by d4vd // lazarus rises (among other things) by @icaruspendragon​ // the adventure zone episode 69: story and song // in case you don’t live forever by ben platt // inkpot gods by the amazing devil // heart to heart by mac demarco 

on friends, who maybe want to be a little more than that

@fuckitloveu @mothicalspoken

For legal reasons, pretend this is not a confession. [x]

he's got a sadness about him you only see in catholic stained glass windows

my home isn't my home anymore, something's gone wrong along the way

noor hindi dear god. dear bones. dear yellow.: "pledging alliegance" (via @feral-ballad) \\ andrew collins \\ athena nassar, from love is not always song, but the swelling (via @weltenwellen) \\ @holly-warbs \\ yanyi dream of the divided field: poems: "the friend” (via @dactylicreveries) \\ bartosz beda silent interior ii

kofi

thank god or the universe or whatever for cycles and seasons though like yeah life right now is unbearable. but every two years the olympics come around again, and every december i have christmas and every year there is an autumn where leaves change and fall and the air is crisp. every year has a halloween, and a national pie day, and my cat's birthday, and national star wars day, and the arbitrary date in february when my family watches the princess bride together, and every fall i watch over the garden wall. next year i'll see my second total solar eclipse. there will be new tomatoes next summer and fresh applesauce the season after that. the sun will come back even when march seems like it will never end. don't go yet. it will be your day off soon. the olympics are next year. it'll be someone's birthday soon. everything changes and everything will come back around again, if you stick around to let it.

you cant even begin poems with "i will sodomise and facef uck you" anymore. because of woke .

loré pemberton

the year was Two Thousand and twenty-four. I took a puff of my Electronic-Cigarette, inhaling the vapours. my mobile terminal buzzed in my pocket, a flat slab of microchips and glossy touchscreen. I ignored it....... probably another Electronic-Mail

"Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood ".

George Orwell, 1984