No prompt today. Inspired a bit by the title of a fanfiction-“To the sleepless, this is my reply”
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Words are imperfect.
Anything that allows such self indulgence
must be completely full of shit, right?
To know that simple alliteration allows me the ability
to arrest your attention and ambush your
senses must be really annoying.
To know that I can use hyperbole in
every single fucking line that
I ever write must make you
wish that I would implode
like a really bad simile that falls
into itself when it is overly explained.
Surely you’ll count every word
and syllable, looking for some pattern,
but let me save you the time:
There isn’t one.
At the same time, though, I can describe someone’s
intentional walk, rested eyes, flowing hair, taste in music, or even their
friends, and you could understand just how beautiful
that person is.
I could write about counting every star in the sky
and you could understand the link that people
share that makes us care about understanding
things that we will never fully understand.
I could write “I love you” a million fucking times
without ever writing “I love you.”
I could say everything
without every saying anything because
words are perfect for the fact that
words are imperfect.
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You can tell a lot about a people
based on how they react when they
first realize that
stars shape their bones/
When they learn that they are the same
as everyone else, but that it is
just as beautiful
in the end/
When it becomes clear that we are
all a part of something greater
than who we are
or can ever be.
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I wish to be the cold air
that you breathe,
coating your throat and shaping
that you exhale/
Because you are the ache
within my bones
that I feel after sleeping
all balled up
for too few hours.
The best part of adventure time will always be how much these two genuinely love each other
Oh my god, this episode :’(
Not to mention the shooter was heard yelling “heil Hitler” and CNN had the nerve to claim the shooter’s motive was “unclear”
i cant wait for people to classify it as a mental issue and not blatant nazism ahaaaa
i’m tired 8 days a week
OOH, I NEED SOME SLEEP, BABE. AND YOU KNOW IT’S TRUE.
Because Miles makes bad friends and you won’t even call.
I did a cover of (the first half of) Sleeper 1972 by Manchester Orchestra. Yay music.
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I walk in the air, between the rain,
through myself, and back again.
Where? I don’t know.
Maria says she’s dying.
Through the door I hear her crying.
Why? I don’t know.
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