throwing myself into a volcano

Cody has strep, which means Poppy was exposed to it. She’s on antibiotics for her ear infection and impetigo already, so I’m not worried about her getting it. But my throat hurts now and I wear to Christ if it’s strep and not just the last phase of this flu I’m going to goddamn lose it. I have zero sick leave left because I spent all of it either recovering from my tonsillectomy (which was supposed to reduce shit like this) or staying home with my sick kid. Soooooo if I do get it I guess just power through? Or throw myself into an active volcano?

autojimin  asked:

idk if you've answered this or been asked this yet but what other groups do you stan? or soloists?

OH GOSH W E L L. 

Ever since Pentagon Maker I’ve kinda just been sucked into Pentagon and I can’t stan other groups the same anymore (I’m in too deep I’ve never been into a group this intensely before, I need SAVING). 

But before Pentagon, my ult groups were Snuper and Monsta X (I still collect all their albums ahhhh bless) and I used to also be a really big Seventeen stan omg. But I pretty much listen to all the groups I just don’t hardcore follow anyone? Tbh? (Astro I love Astro too wow I LOVE ASTRO)

And as for soloists can I please announce my love for Roy Kim and Yoo Seung Woo I LOVE SOFT MUSIC SO MUCH AND THEIR MUSIC IS SOFTEST I WANNA THROW MYSELF INTO A VOLCANO.

AND I LOVE AOA OH MY GOD SUCH QUEENS I WANNA CRY THEIR COMEBACK IS SO GOOD I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE. 

I’m so excited right now wow I love kpop.

  • me: Oh I made a minor social mistake
  • me: time for a reasonable, rational, well thought out response to this event
  • me throwing myself into an active volcano: nailed it
“EVERYTHING LIAM DID WAS TO MAKE SURE I HAD A FUTURE AND I DAMN WELL INTEND TO HAVE ONE.”

AKA IF IT IS LIAM’S RING THAT EMMA IS HOLDING AND KILLIAN IS HAVING A FUTURE JUST LIKE HE PLANNED WITH ONE TRUE LOVE BECAUSE OF THE OTHER ONE I’M THROWING MYSELF INTO A VOLCANO.

I.
it’s hard to fall in love
with the girls like me.
we house hearts like rotting fruit,
uneatable,
“what a waste.”
go on,
press your thumb into my soft spots;
watch me
disintegrate.
if hands are going to be what destroys me
I’m praying that they feel like yours.

II.
last night I remembered another dream.
I was throwing myself into a volcano,
trying to imagine the ways in which
a phoenix learns to fly.
this is a new religion I’ve named
“bite me until it hurts.”
this is a new religion I’ve named
“I think it’s supposed to mean something.
I know it’s supposed to be painful.”

III.
oh, honey, I can write and write and write
about the ones that have
seen my body as clay,
tried to mold me into something terrifying and strange.
but writing about the ones
that could possibly love me
as a work in progress?
there is too much blood for that.
look, there.
the volcano is exploding now.

IV.
I think the problem is that
I wish I could’ve shared
every beat of my rotting heart with
him.
somebody severely fucked up,
didn’t realize that we were supposed to end up together.
it’s true, I guess, that I didn’t love you
as much as I was capable of.
but oh, I could have.
I could have

—  the degeneration, cgc