Pertaining To My “Type”
find me the boy
with cracked skin
and untamed hair,
a boy with an unquenchable
longing for the things
he cannot see;
find me the boy
with misplaced curiosities
and dirty fingernails,
a boy with stories of home
binding themselves to his back
in place of comfort
or solidarity;
find me the boy
with fire hair,
pebble-stone heartbeats,
and razor’s edge hip bones
that will cut into my imagination
like the blades
they were modeled after.
let the stars erupt
from underneath
his bursting
chest.
i always have had
unrealistic
expectations.
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Might As Well Have Killed Us
i am falling down staircases
constructed of your misplaced words
and thoughts you should have kept
for yourself;
there is no pain greater
than the pain of bounding toward
your own destruction
under the pretense
of falling toward the one you love.
there is hope
in the eyes of the person
waiting at the end
that will gradually sputter out
until you have hit the ground
and there is no light
to lead you,
i hope that you find
your matches.
there were too many steps
leading up to your eventual decline
to be able to tell yourself
that this fall would not hurt your body
as much as it hurt your soul;
the impact of concrete
on skin, the impact of
falling on bones
is almost as heart-shattering
as the words
that pushed me from the top.
i do not know if we will ever
stand up the same again.
i do know that my body
will hold messages on its surface
to remind me that, once, i trusted you
enough to let you touch me
to let you hold
in your hand
my most precious of moments
and never asked for them back
for fear of
losing time.
this fall will not kill us;
we will think to ourselves
that it might as well have.
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you are
dirty fingernails
and half-smoked
cigarettes;
every dirty
pleasure
i have never
been able to
turn my back on.
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I felt I was on fire with the things I could’ve told you. I just assumed you eventually would ask.
- Conor Oberst
(Source: wordswithinyou, via tris-tesse)
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This Is Not Meant To Be A Poem: Regarding Satire Being Misunderstood And Trying To Be Fair About Where I Place My Accusations
dear satire,
your fat jokes
have never been funny.
we did not laugh
the first time,
and no matter how many
‘statements about society
through the use of
irony’
you think are getting through
to the people
who spend their time
interested in you,
there will always be dumb shits
who don’t get the joke.
and to them,
you have inadvertently strengthened
their irrational hate
of a group of people
already negatively viewed by society.
you have accidentally
justified this way of thinking
to multiple people
who don’t have as sophisticated
a sense of humor as you
and actually believe
the horrible things you made a joke of.
the problem is:
you assume
that every impressionable human being
that follows your channel
comprehends the satire
within your sense of humor.
some will see your
hasty attempt at societal satire
as an attack,
i see it as a badly played out joke
that too many people
actually agree with
for it to be called funny.
dear satire,
your intentions
may be pure,
but your execution
was absolute
shit.
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i’m afraid
that i have fallen
in love
with my own loneliness;
without it,
i have no idea
where i’d be,
who i’d be.
it has contributed
to molding me
into the sadness
that i am today.
31
we live in 2013
please stop telling me
not to like myself
simply because i am comfortable
with who i am
la la la
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starting at 3:30 i will be embarking on an eleven-hour road trip to birmingham for nationals.
if ever there was a time to have a conversation with me,
today would be that time.
seriously.
eleven hours.
5
Anonymous asked: Who is your favourite person in the universe? is this tmi? idk.
ooh definitely my brother. he is a 9-year-old sass master. and i love him with all my heart.
6
i bought boxers with lobsters on them today what did you do
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