born to slay forced to revolt

we need to discuss productive ways of protesting like DO something. no one gaf about what insult makes u feel better

if my content doesn’t make sense that means im doing my job well

im never winning the idgaf war like i actually dont even care that much to win any war

I think one of the things I adore about literature but mostly poetry is that its not quite like anything else. you can love anything, no one can call you wrong for feeling feelings. it doesn’t have to be good, it absolutely doesn’t need to be winning any awards. it doesn’t even have to be connected to anyone, writer or muse. it can exist solely on its own and in nowhere but your heart.

truly adore mundane works lately. ordinary days described by a a person living life experimentally. a love affair with the basic principles, boy meets boy, boy falls in love with the boy, boy leaves boy. or a very basic fight. childish words and scratches, having hot tea afterwards. i love reading about these, watching them happen, see a glimpse of it in a postcard or painting.

to be clear I like these works with originality. I don’t like tropes mushed in together to fake an experience never lived by the author.

unironically will dance for 7 days and 7 nights when the old hag kh****** kicks it. literally will be the best day of my life

just woke up and thought about him dying this is gonna be a good day yall. i can feel it. good vibes only

they don’t tell you this but way too much of arts is just mathematics

was about to buy a french vocab book but god saved me before its too late

also was looking for a german self learning book but the guy was so rude i stopped even trying. 🙏 god bless

saw way too many police pigs today like it’s absolutely unserious

my therapist has given me great advice truly but the advice itself is anxiety inducing for me

i think theres a lot wrong w me and im just one of those characters they tell you not to think too much about

“whats up with him?”
“no one knows.”

دگ نمت.

argued w herasat and told the guy to get lost my ass is toast ❗️❗️❗️

im sooooooooo tired.

is there a point to anything we do or is it just fuck around and find out?

having a boy crush is thee most humiliating thing thats ever happened to me