empty is good

anonymous asked:

please, i desperately need some blog recommendation. any cool bi girls who talk about politics and feminism and their bisexuality? I had to clean up my dashboard from biphobes recently and now it looks kinda empty. (keep up with the good work!! it makes me so happy when u stand up for us. ily.)

um I’m gonna tag people I’m pretty confident are ok with being tagged, but my favourite bi girls and bi blogs are @katsgf and her side blog @wlwocsource for lbpq woc, @yugiohno , @jewishmagicalgirl and their sideblog @violetdanger , @tomcats-and-tophats for gnc bi women, also @saltwatergorl and @nuevayor . other than that I have lots of bi girl mutuals that I love I just don’t know how comfy they are with me tagging them. If you want anon to check out your blog maybe lms or leave a comment.

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A while ago @consuelodoodles became a year older, a year wiser, and a gift for her birthday was this poem from… someone?. And of course I died and came back to life only to make this. Enjoy.

Good practice, cute poem, I don’t have time for this so it was like 10-30 minutes everytime I did anything. Thank you for the inspiration, I’m ready to let this go.

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@yooranweek Day 3: Cooking

I love cooking and i love being late lmao

4 more days to goooo ahahahaha

UM since Yooran Week is done I would like to thank the mods for organizing this for us! I really enjoyed it  : )

Just because I left
does not mean you are nothing
just because I left
does not mean you can never be happy
just because I left
does not mean this is the end
just because I left
does not mean I do not love you.
—  I left when I promised you I wouldn’t // A.M
The Way You Are (Empty Arena)
Yugyeom (Got7)

Put your headphones on, press play, sit back, close your eyes and imagine you’re at a Yugyeom solo concert.

Note: Please use high quality headphones if possible, it really adds a lot to the audio if you do. Listening to this on speakers will not work.

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melodrama (track by track)

green light: the haunting revelation of being free after the break up. but you don’t know what to do with that freedom. it’s frightening and beautiful and inspiring and it makes you lonely and excited all at once. you want to dance with friends and scream out the car window but you hit every red light just at the mere thought of ever moving on.

sober: depression and anxiety is wasting away your youth. you live for the weekend to come. you live for any kind of buzz. you sleep until the bright orange afternoon creeps into your window. but the night is always there for you. the parties, the confetti and the blue lights that rain down, is all worth it in the moment. until you realize you’re all alone.

homemade dynamite: all your decisions and all your actions are self destructive. every bottle of liquor you finish and every house you destroy, you know it’s a form of self hate. but it’s how you cope through all the bullshit.

the louvre: a evening drive through the city with your lover. the day is warm and the tar on the road is hot. the window is down and the air feels liberating. you want to love them forever. but it’s a sunday and your stomach sinks and nothing lasts forever. and now your at a house party months later and everyone is high and the music is booming and you see your ex across the room and you feel like you know no one there and you want to hide away so you leave and no one notices anyways.

liability: you blame the break up on all your insecurities. you blame it all on the way you’d call them every night crying. you think that maybe your sadness is contagious. you should’ve known to sterilize yourself from the start.

hard feelings/loveless: you pack up everything that belonged to them and put it into a box. you practice not having their name on your tongue. you attempt to forget the taste of them. you consider holding on and staying friends, but that anger overrules and you throw that box off the highway bridge. you’re over the aching and now you moved onto the hard feelings. you want to blame them for everything. summer nights are too long. mornings are empty without their texts of “good morning” and you taste this endless nostalgia for the rest of your life. but you don’t let them see this side of you. you let them see the anger. you let them think you’re indestructible.

sober II: growing up with drama stuffed inside of you like all the drugs and alcohol you consume, is tiring. you go through the motions and you nod to their questions and laugh at their jokes. but you know that this misery and that this young love is timeless. so you continue to go through the expected motions.

writer in the dark: that hollow ache in your chest when you realize that the break up is permanent, that this feeling of loss is forever. that nervous ache as you stalk their snapchat and Instagram and any other social media outlet, trying to see if they found someone else. that obsessive need to know if they still miss you, if they still love you and need you. that sickening feeling that makes you numb as you send them text after text but they never reply.

supercut: all the memories are blurry footage winding through your head. the time you ran down the hill, drunk. the time you said “I love you.” the time you looked at them on the roof of the car while you thought “I’m gonna be with you forever..” all the memories are fast forwarding and rewinding and pausing in your head and it is perfect and it is never going to happen again.

liability (reprise): you warned them from the very start. but did you ever listen when they warned you?

perfect places: everyone has a perfect place that is their getaway. but the reason for getting away isn’t perfect. it’s ugly and damaging and it’s cold nights like this that make you realize that nothing will ever be perfect. only for the moment will it seem like a person or a place can be your sanctuary. but the feeling never goes away. remember that.