i know it's hard. but i so firmly believe the strongest antidote to loneliness is reaching out first. and continuing to reach out. again and again and again. excise any scrap of shame you hold about being the person who texts first or pitches the plan or asks to get lunch. everyone is tired and busy and struggling. and afraid of feeling unwanted and unimportant. don't let the people you love feel that way. reach out first. don't be a ghost in your own life.
you make it look easy. your speed. your agility.
favorite comic book character: six anything → fighting style
Technically true.
Sometimes I like to stare into the face of death.
It awakens a part of me I'd typically rather stay hidden.
A part of me that wishes I was in it's place,
Rotting away slowly,
Unaware of my body as it withers away,
Becoming one with the earth
as I'm somewhere on the other side.
There I lie
Within your skin
Within your soul
Which starts to dim
I feed on you
My soul grows strong
While I trick you into thinking
There's nothing wrong
I laugh when you cry
I nourish in your fears
I become alive within you
And learn because I'm near
As time approaches,
Our time to switch
For you to hide, while I get to love
For I am you, and you are I
So, thank you for your mind
Your body and your soul,
I find it very helpful
As you find it time to go
i think some of you dont like narratives or stories or characters i think you just like fanfiction tropes
it’s sad that something as beautiful as plastic surgery is being commercialized and commodified like this….
Why
Why do we jump
Before we can see
Why do we fly
Before we can leap
Why take the risk
If all we will see
Is the rushing reality
Of all those lost dreams?
It could be coincidence, or destiny, or some neurological memory of an espresso cup. I choose to believe all of the above, that beautiful coincidences are part of fate, and my life has shaped my hands that have shaped the cup.
-my poem