I Can't Believe I Just Posted My Last Post BEFORE LUNCHTIME😭

I was watching Spiderman: far from home the other day. When Mysterio told Peter "you're not selfish for wanting a normal life" I almost started bawling my eyes out.

One thing I noticed is how Iron man brings out the worst in many people. There were multiple times when someone wanted to present him with something that they thought could change the world, and instead of trying to make the best of it, he ended up being dismissive or completely ignoring them, resulting in a traumatic event that triggers the worst aspects of their personality to come forth. Now ofc I'm not excusing their own bad choices, but I thought it was interesting how it seems like Iron man has inadvertently sabotaged Peter in several ways.

Mysterio could have been the perfect mentor for Peter. But he chose to be a terrible person. And that just makes me so sad.

Even still, a broken clock is right twice a day. And that speech "you're not selfish for wanting a normal life" means alot to me.

I remember Anne Shirley said something like 'Why does everyone have to grow up, and get married, and change?!'

But I say, let them. Let the caterpillars become butterflies. Let the owlets spread their wings.

I was so scared of that feeling growing up. I was literally terrified of change.

But now the sky opens up before me and says "fly!"

And who am I to disobey her?

We should just let ourselves fall in love with life.

i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here

"And I don't even care if it's just a summer fling" (lies) "if it's all experimental and you go back to safer things" (more lies) "but i swore hand were made for fighting, i swore eyes were made to cry, but you're the first person that I've seen who's proven that might be a lieeeee" ( truth) "so don't leave me hanging" (a threat)

A genuine question: is it possible to have a crush on a song?? Like not actually having a crush on the song itself, but getting butterflies when you hear it bc the song just has "crush energy" and you find yourself longing to feel the feeling that's in the song??

After hesitating for forever to share poems online (like my overthinking brain usually does) I finally posted one about how I was feeling at the time. One of my moots on insta told me I inspired her to start writing poetry again. Moral of the story is, do art and be bold, bc you never know who needs to see what you create. Even if the only one who needs it is you. That is important and that is enough.

This is your call to action.

What comes forth from your dark well of hidden dreams?

Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life

That stage in the crush where you listen to maneater songs so you don't crash out waiting for a text even though deep down you're just a lovergirl and you just wanna hold hands and talk about anime.

*doubles over in agony*

The Shape of a Lack

You like a woman shaped like an absence / You like a woman who you can read like a mystery / You like an actress, ready and willing to recreate your favorite pornography / You like a good gander at your own reflection / You like a woman who is a mirror / She's flat, and bright, and all about you / You like a woman like a deer in the road / Crushed beneath your careless wheels / She's a mangled mess of thin, knotted limbs / But it's her own fault / She saw your lights and she froze / You like a woman like a blunt instrument / She's an implement to inflict injuries of your own self-hatred / You like a woman who you can put in a trophy case / So that you can invite other men to come have a gaze / So that other men can look at her and pat you on the back / So that other men can covet what you have / And just maybe that will heal the wound in the shape of your dad / You like a woman in the shape of a lack / She's a beautiful gap for you to fill / She's a handy little rag to clean up your spills / You like a woman you can burn through as quickly as striking a matchstick / You like a woman you can grift / After all, what use is having her if it says nothing of your own cleverness? / You want a woman like a party-trick / That, or a dog you can kick / You want to toss your stick out into the wilderness / Sit back and watch as she faithfully runs off to retrieve / You want a woman who won't ask you to stay / You want a woman who will never leave