I do feel bad for plants in general. Like, I know they are often as vicious as animals in many ways, just slower. But, I mean, they just show up and they’re like, “I Think I Will Evolve To Eat The Sun And Also Make Oxygen And How Now Is All This.” And, like, everything fucking dies at first (totally not plants fault, btw. okay maybe it was but they didn’t mean to) but then new things evolve. And they’re like, “Fuck it, eating each other suuuucks. Let’s eat the plants which give us life.” And so we start doing that. And plants are all, “Oh Dear No, I Do Not Care At All For Being Eaten. I Will Make Myself Into Poison Sometimes.” But, y'know, stuff kept eating plants anyway so plants, ever the bro, came up with a new idea. “I Have Made A Decision About Being Eaten And You May Eat Me Friends And Here Is An Especially Tasty Bit Packed All Full of Delicious Sugars Which I Have Produced At Great Cost (What They Do Not Know Is That My Seeds Are Within And Shall Be Propagated Near And Far By Their Dung)“ But that’s not good enough for animals, no, not at all. We love the fuck out of some pomegranates but also alliums which are like, "I Have Not Decided To Go In For This Being Eaten Business. I Shall Be Very Foul Tasting And Also A Poison.” But no, sorry, onions, you fucked up. You accidentally wound up with a species that just doesn’t give up or fully comprehend the idea of things tasting “”‘bad’“’ or other concepts like not eating poison. (Sorry, plants, later we turn some of you who are not poison into a poison we consume recreationally. We really enjoy eating poison.) Legit, alliums are deadly to, like, every other species. And we call them aromatics and throw them in everything. Peppers are the best, though. They completely got on the being eaten train. BUT ONLY BIRDS Peppers are like, "You May Eat Me, Fair Avian, For You Are Sure To Spread Me A Great Distance. But, Mammal, Take HEED. Should You Eat Me Then I Will Burn You Most Terribly.” And we were all about that. “The FUCK, burning? I love pain,” said humans, presumably. “You know, peppers, you and evolution have done a good job at burning us but I am pretty sure we could make your chemical agony even more potent. Come hang with us,” humans added to a very confused pepper just before creating the ghost chili.
don’t tell her its okay. she knows it is okay to cry when she wants. tell her to call you every time she needs someone to hear her out. tell her to talk to you about everything that is bothering her before she goes to sleep every night. tell her how one day there will come a time when everything makes her smile. tell her that even though right now she feels lonely, you’re going to give her the warmest hug when you meet her and everything will seem okay even if its momentarily. tell her the funniest joke and maybe she will smile but please don’t tell her its okay because she knows it’s okay to have a hurting heart.
Please read from right to left, I forgot that it should be the other way around *hides* God, finally… I work on this since the last chapter came out because I couldn’t get it out of my head that He Tian’s worst fear is probably to lose somebody he loves and sometimes, he has nightmares from it. And if it happens when Guanshan is around… Hm… *tilts head to the side*
6 pages of hand and brain cramps. *laughs* I put so much effort into this, I cried two times. I’ve got to practice, learning by doing… or something like this. I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading it! <3
do you ever feel so sick to your stomach because you just need someone to hold you so bad like you just need to be in the arms of someone who cares about you feeling their body pressed against yours feeling the weight of their breaths against your body just to know youre safe in their arms and everythings okay even if just for a little while
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❛ what a modern fucking tragedy you turned out to be. ❜ ❛ what do you think the stars wish for then? ❜ ❛ maybe i could have loved you in any life but ours. ❜ ❛ i used to ache for a hurricane, an earthquake. ❜ ❛ i found a catalyst for disaster in you. ❜ ❛ is this what happens when the poem ends? ❜ ❛ i found religion in betrayal. ❜ ❛ things like us only exist in dreams. ❜ ❛ you can’t give your storms to someone else. ❜ ❛ nothing lasts forever, not even the rain. ❜ ❛ it’s okay to fear. ❜ ❛ don’t claw out your own throat while waiting for someone else to scream. ❜ ❛ you are memories and moments. ❜ ❛ in some other universe you’re asleep. ❜ ❛ everyone leaves. let them. ❜ ❛ you are not a ghost. ❜ ❛ you can’t haunt those that forget you. ❜ ❛ everything ends and it’s okay. ❜ ❛ my heart kept beating, out of sync with yours. ❜ ❛ maybe i get to have a reason for the ache you left in my chest. ❜ ❛ you exist still. ❜ ❛ we can’t remember how to be alive. ❜ ❛ the heavens burn for you and i. ❜ ❛ every star is another story, every night a different sky. ❜ ❛ we end to begin again. ❜ ❛ beyond every somewhere, we exist. ❜ ❛ the gods lie as often as men. ❜ ❛ i sit not upon a throne of bone. ❜ ❛ my kingdom wasn’t chosen. ❜ ❛ the dead of mine do not speak. ❜ ❛ history will write that you were the bravest of them all. ❜ ❛ all stars must burn. ❜ ❛ the greatest things must end. ❜ ❛ hell is just another place i guess i’ll go to keep you warm. ❜ ❛ if the monster always dies at the end of the book, why am i still alive? ❜ ❛ gods don’t care about what might have been. ❜ ❛ men shall fall and gods be forgotten. ❜ ❛ you will be remembered eternally. ❜
Or more accurately, a poem about The Love Of My Life.
I believe it was this past weekend when I told you that I loved Sundays
And I do love Sundays, but that’s not the point
I told you I love Sundays because they remind me of home
That the whole concept and feeling of Sundays feels like what home would feel like
But have I told you that when I’m with you I get that same feeling?
Have I told you that you make me feel like I’m at home?
Have I told you that you make me feel like it’s Sunday?
You make me feel so safe and so secure
You make me feel like tomorrow’s Monday and life’s coming at me so fast
You make me feel like morning cartoons and full bowls of cereal
You make me feel like maybe everything will be okay
When I am with you time is an afterthought, something I don’t even believe in
When I am with you I feel like maybe father time speeds up the clocks
I feel like maybe he can’t stand to see us so in love and so happy together
Because he himself cannot be in love with the one he truly wants
How can you possibly love a concept?
My favorite part about this poem is that it’s hypocritical in itself
How can I love Sunday if time doesn’t exist? If it’s a concept?
But then I have to ask myself
How can I know I love you?
Isn’t love a concept along with time?
I know I love you because when I see you smile or laugh or chuckle
I feel like Sunday.
This was a story shared by my hairdresser when my mum asked her if she’d ever had someone ask for a short cut then regret it once she’d started cutting.
A woman came into the hairdressers asking for a restyle. She had long hair and wanted it as a bob that was shorter at the back and longer at the front (think “can i speak to your manager” style). The hairdresser said this was fine and got the wigs they have to show her how it would look and discussed what length it would be at the front and back and everything was okay.