Because who wants to hear the thoughts of bottoms?
Is it warm? Like walking out of a dark hallway into the shine
Dew drops on upper lips
Palms become clams
A prickling on a crown,
But in the few seconds the body steals between
Is it worth it? Is it warm?
Or even better, is it cold?
Like getting a compliment from a bitch
Or a cat instantly liking you
Is the glow red or blue?
Which one appeals to you?
I know why it burns me
But I wonder why it chills you
Why can’t I get rid of this block? Rude.
Is the world going to ruin out of coffee? Because I am genuinely more terrified of that than a global apocalypse.
Speaking of apocalypse, I think it’s time for a hard conversation. If you are one of those people who think that you would survive if the world ended, know you are the type of person who probably shouldn’t. The exact traits that made you cut throat enough to slash someones neck for toilet paper or gave you the endurance to eat cold beans in the middle of a forest… should also show you that the type of person you are is not how humanity might want to be remembered.
i say that statement with irony, knowing that I have no desire to live through an apocalypse. I barely want to live now, in a first world country. What I mean is,
The ones left standing are the ones who were willing to do whatever it took to live, but in living, lost their humanity. Absolutes barely exist, but if the Walking Dead taught us anything, it’s to make a decision early.
Because who wants to hear the thoughts of bottoms?
I’m hoping to start a family.
I’m hoping to do it with you.
Velvet skin, green eyes
I’m pretty sure I can be a parent
But it has to be with you
Because when I fail, the only guarantee
Is that you will rise.
It’s unfair how much I believe in you
How I know you float while I tread
I’ve never been seen like this, transparency is killer
Read for filth, read for joy
Tumultuous ramblings scribbled on a napkin
Gas tank on E, emotions on numb
Sins as big as my hair
But here you are.
Why can’t I get rid of this block? Rude.
Is the world going to ruin out of coffee? Because I am genuinely more terrified of that than a global apocalypse.
Speaking of apocalypse, I think it’s time for a hard conversation. If you are one of those people who think that you would survive if the world ended, know you are the type of person who probably shouldn’t. The exact traits that made you cut throat enough to slash someones neck for toilet paper or gave you the endurance to eat cold beans in the middle of a forest… should also show you that the type of person you are is not how humanity might want to be remembered.
i say that statement with irony, knowing that I have no desire to live through an apocalypse. I barely want to live now, in a first world country. What I mean is,
The ones left standing are the ones who were willing to do whatever it took to live, but in living, lost their humanity. Absolutes barely exist, but if the Walking Dead taught us anything, it’s to make a decision early.
Because who wants to hear the thoughts of bottoms?
What would it take to not feel trapped
Or stuffed
Or embarrassed
Or joyful
Or blessed
Or favored
Or feared.
What would it take to only feel one thing at a time? What would it take to feel it all?
My mom is proud
My dad is dead
My dog is cute
My sister is sad
My brother is self centered
But what am i? What do I want to be?
As Keke Palmer once said, I would want to be a rock.
Why can’t I get rid of this block? Rude.
Is the world going to ruin out of coffee? Because I am genuinely more terrified of that than a global apocalypse.
Speaking of apocalypse, I think it’s time for a hard conversation. If you are one of those people who think that you would survive if the world ended, know you are the type of person who probably shouldn’t. The exact traits that made you cut throat enough to slash someones neck for toilet paper or gave you the endurance to eat cold beans in the middle of a forest… should also show you that the type of person you are is not how humanity might want to be remembered.
i say that statement with irony, knowing that I have no desire to live through an apocalypse. I barely want to live now, in a first world country. What I mean is,
The ones left standing are the ones who were willing to do whatever it took to live, but in living, lost their humanity. Absolutes barely exist, but if the Walking Dead taught us anything, it’s to make a decision early.
Because who wants to hear the thoughts of bottoms?
Its all encompassing
The rising, teeming with an overfilled cup
Faint outlines through the scarf
Toes flat
Ears up
Fingers knocking
The light is almost too much
But my shoulders droop
My eyes fall
My exhale is a crutch,
I knew better.
This is my first blog post. The truth is, even if no one sees this or gives a fuck about it, I might need it. I think the less expectations I have about anything, the more I set myself up for success. Is that brave or cowardly? Who am I to think I can prepare for all eventualities? Existentialism aside, I need to feel like I’m not fucking losing my mind in Excel spreadsheets or the only person who looks around and wonders how the FUCK everyone else seems to have their act together.
“If you are looking to the side, you aren’t looking forward. Comparison is the devil.”
Well idk what drivers ed you took, but peripheral vision is automatic.
Why can’t I get rid of this block? Rude.
Is the world going to ruin out of coffee? Because I am genuinely more terrified of that than a global apocalypse.
Speaking of apocalypse, I think it’s time for a hard conversation. If you are one of those people who think that you would survive if the world ended, know you are the type of person who probably shouldn’t. The exact traits that made you cut throat enough to slash someones neck for toilet paper or gave you the endurance to eat cold beans in the middle of a forest… should also show you that the type of person you are is not how humanity might want to be remembered.
i say that statement with irony, knowing that I have no desire to live through an apocalypse. I barely want to live now, in a first world country. What I mean is,
The ones left standing are the ones who were willing to do whatever it took to live, but in living, lost their humanity. Absolutes barely exist, but if the Walking Dead taught us anything, it’s to make a decision early.
Spew Anew 