I sit in a a hot car in a grocery store parking lot. The car is off to save gas, so the air conditioning is off too. I sweat out every drop of bittersweet tea I’ve drunk in the past week. The tea tastes bad today; the sugar granules haven’t dissolved. I enjoy it anyway. I consume my second bagel. Today I got contrasting flavor profiles, salty then sweet. A song that begins as a lullaby and ends in screams of terror plays on a loop. I did not intend the loop, but technology has a mind of its own, and higher powers than my own feeble will have decided this music bears repeating. I stare at asymmetrical rows of palm trees and contemplate the human condition. It is July again. I think I might be healing.
Hello Void I went to the Lorde concert tonight and my life literally changed I am healed, so many bangers, divine unmatched vibes, top 10 life experience chefs kiss
Hi Pals, I’ve been observing Tumblr for years and I never really had a presence on here, but I’m 19 and having an identity crisis and this seems like a pretty excellent place to do it. I’m treating this blog like a diary, and I have no idea how often I’ll post or how active I’ll be, and I’m still trying to figure how to actually use this app, so wish me luck! Might share some poems, might do some web weaving, might fandom blog, might have a mental crisis, I don’t even know! Brave new world! Hope to make some friends maybe too so ask me anything I am starved for literally all interaction. Glad to join the hellsite in the year of our Lord 2022, however belated that might be.
Feeling so emo over this quote rn bc I made it! I’ve been waiting for this day since I first read this six years ago and to be finally honestly able to say that I have reached a place where I believe it to be true, not just in general but about me, where it truly resonates, is incredible in the literal most literal sense. I don’t believe it but man I sure am glad I stuck it out.
turn it on in a new kind of bright, it's solar
Solar Power; Lorde 2021
And just like that, and now I am
Unsettled in my life again
The bubble burst, the joy all spent
Alone surrounded by my friends
They love me but can’t understand
There’s nothing more that I could ask
What is this discontented grief?
I feel incurably unwell
Though none externally has changed
Boat capsized at the smallest shift
My heart a songbird in a cage
It’s wailing, howling, and for what?
For all I ever dreamed is here
Perhaps I let my dreams decline
The bird remembers it could fly
And dreamed of more than comforts then
Yet still I think I’ve made a life
Worth living and rejoicing in
And my malaise in paradise
Just proves the problem wasn’t there
It’s in my head, its me, its me.
The tension between I will love you enough to stay and I will love you enough to give you my heart knowing I have to leave
Sun like tangerine juice
Sky as blue as candy
Days are long and lazy
Speeding to an old song
Flying down the highway
Palm trees in the rearview
Sink into the ocean
Sparkles on the surface
Oldnew freckles darken
Grass is green and dying
Want to skin my knees by
Running on the asphalt
Close my eyes and breathe out
Sweet tea, sticky fingers
Melting ice cream, longing
Sprinklers, seafoam, swimsuits
Everything is all wet
Undercurrents, secrets
Wild, charged, electric
Whispers, laughter, screaming
At the top of my lungs
Sand between the bedsheets
We’re alone together
Only in my mind’s eye
Heat stroke made me drowsy
Home at last, I’m woozy
Piano in a dim room
Fingers fumble, keys sing
Journal then forget it
Playlist, dance, cry after
horizontal body
Everything becoming
Young, but now I’m older
Want to be a kid and
Want to be a grown up
Somewhere in between, though
Endings are beginnings
Time’s a shifting seascape
This enchanted country
Infinite and dreamy
invincible in sunshine
Weak knees in the moonlight
Nothing so romantic
As a joke and shy grin
from a boy with straight teeth
Learn the lines in all things
think I might’ve found a
Paradise right here, now
All divine, eternal
Suspended in summer
Surely it won’t end, right?
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Actually I am going to love as hard and as fully as I can knowing it will crash and burn and disappear because what loss is worse??? The person or the possibilities??? No pain is as great as I should have, and so I will cry over happy memories instead of wasted ones. Good night, love recklessly everyone
22, she/her, I love words and also lots of other things and want to express my love for them unrecognized by others
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