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The idea children make friends more easily than adults is a complete lie. Most children make friends easily because they’re forced to. If your mom shoved the neighbour’s daughter into your room like ‘Hi honey, this is Laura, she’s twenty-five and three months and likes Star Wars, just like you!’ and then forced you to spend nine hours a week with Laura with a Death Star Lego set and a buttload of snacks, the two of you would probably become friends.
In many ways, growing up means becoming your own mom. If you want to make new friends, you need to spend time with people you don’t know and try to connect with them by sharing hobbies, food, and possibly a shove or two - just like you did when you were a toddler. There’s nothing more to it.
one more time, all of em toguether now! :D Maven, Mare, Cal and Evangeline (my interpretation anyway) from the Red Queen
Psst, hey, hey you, yes you
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Please
You were concerned I was into you.
I suppose it’s true, I was into you
I mean I was naked in your bed for god’s sake,
I wouldn’t be there if I wasn’t into you.
And yeah I guess I was into you in other ways too
into the songs you played and your ludicrous dance moves
and the way you actually cared,
like a waiter asking if I had enough water
or a friend just being a good friend.
So sure, I was into you.
But I wasn’t into you like stepping into fire
hatching dragon eggs and calling shit twin flames
‘cos I’ve been there before and all I got was burnt
all I got was hurt ‘cos I ain’t no fucking dragon
I’m tender and I’m small and I fall in love too easy
but I wasn’t falling in love with you.
And I wasn’t into you like drowning
when the wetness that’s supposed to be between your legs
is in your lungs instead
and you don’t know what to do ‘cos it’s just too fucking much
so you lie around pretending you know how to float
begging the moon to turn the tide and pull you somewhere safe
somewhere you can say his name and not feel sick
with adoration.
Instead, I was into you in a way that didn’t hurt
in a way that wasn’t alarming
in a way that didn’t make me feel afraid.
I was into you like a warm bath
like a cinema where the lights have just gone down
like a boat on flat water that’s cruising somewhere new.
I was into you and there were no scorch marks
there was no coughing up my heart.
It was calm and unattached and easy,
but I guess you couldn’t tell it all apart.
And honestly it makes sense you were mistaken.
I’m a sensual fucking person and boys often get confused.
But you see I just don’t understand why people think that
sex should happen in a void,
somewhere stripped of intimacy and affection,
‘cos if I’m fucking you it means I deem you worthy
of my time and my body and my god damn conversation
and I don’t get it.
Don’t you want me to stroke your ego?
Is any sign of affection taboo outside of your fucking room?
Am I crossing all the lines where you keep yourself boxed in,
safe from all these needy girls staining your sheets with their feelings?
‘Cos it might’ve been lost in translation but I am not that girl.
I’ve got shit to do and I haven’t got the time for distractions
I was just craving something along the same lines as you
just a night or two with some pleasure in my lonely fucking cunt
just a night or two with some arms around me,
a little bit of intimacy and intellectual discussion
without too many repercussions
(which I guess is where we unintentionally went wrong,
not my song just something I had to learn the words to,
quickly).
And I’m sorry if I freaked you out with my poetry
it happens a lot and I should’ve learnt by now to stay quiet
but I can’t stay quiet ‘cos it’s just what I do
what I cannot help but do
and anyway for the record the poem wasn’t about you
it was about the sex
it wasn’t dedicated to you it was dedicated to
the bomb ass gift between your legs
‘cos bitch that shit was on fleek
and isn’t that what we were here for in the first place?
I guess my point is that I’m sorry
if my actions weren’t casual enough for you,
I must’ve left my shrouds of apathy in the dump
with everything else I’m never gonna need,
but I just think it’s kinda stupid
that the world’s so saturated by toxic high school monogamy
that you see it even when it isn’t there.
‘Cos fuck the void.
Fuck a society that tells us love is attachment
and intimacy is commitment
and affection is something to be scared of especially if it’s sincere.
Fuck the bad sex, I’ve had too much of it.
‘Cos god forbid a recurring involvement
with someone who actually feels some kind of warmth towards you.
What is sex without warmth?
I’m really fucking warm is that why people
never wanna stay around me too long?
Is that why I make them so uncomfortable?
I wanted to stay around you.
There was something going on between us
not love just something nice
something just the right amount of sweetness on my lips
just the right amount of everything.
You made me laugh, you made me feel safe, you made me feel pretty.
I had fun with you.
And in your bedroom I found something I’d been looking for,
and I’d been looking for so long I’d almost given up.
It was like, with you inside me we suddenly spoke the same language.
Like I was suddenly understood.
Like this crazy tripped-out lusty romantic bitch
was finally, finally understood.
And you found something in me I didn’t know was there.
That drawn-out delirious moment of manic begging that isn’t just for show.
Like, this, this is where I want to be.
Kingdom of heaven in my pussy and you gave me the key.
Let it stay like this.
Let me stay here.
But that’s not how the story goes.
Before I go though I wanna tell you something.
See, I view it like a constellation.
Like it’s all this big glowing map in the sky of my life
and every person is a star and I spend my whole life looking
for those who sparkle in my eyes like stars
and I hurl myself into them like the opposite of a black hole
and add them to the complex criss-crossed cacophony of my constellation
and between me and each star, each soul,
there’s a pathway shining
and each of these pathways is different
some of them friendships and some of them romantic
and some of them purely sexual and some of them
a great big glorious mix of all three
and each pathway shines a different colour
and if I could taste them they would have a different flavour
and if I could hear them they would have a different sound
and it makes me sad that you don’t wanna travel along our pathway anymore
when it’s still up here, shining.
‘Cos I thought matter can’t be made,
can’t be created out of nowhere,
but you propositioned an opposition to this idea
so I guess my question is
what did we make?
Did it matter?
@leatherbounddiaries ‘THE SATURATION OF HIGH SCHOOL MONOGAMY’ (via leatherbounddiaries)
Latin for Beginners
Servus,i,m: Father
Ancilla,ae,f: Mather
Spurius,a,m: Friend
Frautator,oris,m: Teacher
Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo: “I am very happy with you”
*learning Latin*
Most people: ah, that’s where that English word comes from!
Me: ah, that’s where that Harry Potter spell comes from!
I’m both
Mansplaining: an illustration
My male coworker, a lifelong busboy who flunked out of college: Hey, you're a linguistics major. Do you know why villa and villain come from the same root?
Me: Yeah, there was what's known as a semantic shift-
Male coworker: No, it wasn't a semantic shift. You see, back in the Roman empire, a villa was a large home out in the countryside.
Me: I know what a villa is.
Male coworker: And people from villas were known as villains...
Me: Like I said, I know the history of the word villain.
Him: *no acknowledgement* ...and people from the city thought that people who lived out in the countryside were strange, so over time...
Me: semantic shift
Him: The word villain came to mean someone who was suspicious or dangerous.
Me: Yeah, I know.
Him: Huh, I guess it was kind of a semantic shift. Anyway, now you know!
Me: Yep. Like. I. Said.
Anonymous asked:
how can I learn latin without taking classes? I can understand just a few words but not complete phrases or texts, I also cannot enroll into courses or classes because where I live no one teaches either latin or greek. I'm totally in love with latin and I look forward to learn it. What do you recommend me doing?
I GOT YOU FRIEND
The Latin textbook taught at my college (which includes a few dozen pages of practice sentences with the translations provided after the main body of the textbook. It would be a good idea to contact someone who does know Latin to help you work through parts you don’t understand and correct you on some of your translations.)
Quizlet, which you can use to practice with sets of flashcards that other people have already made.
When you’re first learning, make sure you practice your noun declensions and verb conjugations over and over and over until you can recognize each form by sight and remember how it’s supposed to be used. I like to write out declensions and conjugations on a little dry erase board.
You can probably find quite a few more resources online. Hopefully this helps! -Caitie
I noticed something on this that really stood out and relates to human society “si vis pacem, para bellum - if you want peace, prepare for war” and it made me think about something I read ages ago which was a post on tumbler with the humans are aliens stuff, it said in it that some terrestrial would try to make war with humans on purpose because as it figured out, humans evolve with war. We create new medicine we create new machines that are faster, better quality and more efficient, and once we gain peace for even a little bit we take into account the environment and try to make our items sustainable for it. But all in all we fight for peace but also we fight for evolution in our ways of thinking and lifestyle. Look at everything we have accomplished now. More than 80% wouldn’t be here today without fighting, without war…think about that for a bit.
bees??
what if bees don’t buzz, but they have miniature phones ??? and they only buzz around humans bc humans are like big scurrrry monsters and they have to text their friends to b safe. their sting is actually miniature mace
THIS IS LITERALLY THE STORY OF MY LIFE