turns out the overdue project I've been putting off for days is actually pretty easy and i should've done it earlier. i won't learn anything from this though

she only wants me for my highly specialized beak

“are you ok?” no but I’m funny

I drink poison just because it doesnt hurt me and it makes you so mad

THE HAUNTING OF BLY MANOR | 1x03 The Two Faces, Part One

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I respect poetry so much because it does what I cannot do - say so much with so little.

When I have something Much to say, it takes me just as many words to say it. I say it with words that are each of them bland and common, unimaginative by their lonesome, with the hopes that if I stack so many together and squeeze a single drop of Much from each that it might flow into something meaningful.

When I have something to say, I say it twice. I say it three times. Because the first or second may not have captured the point. Because I do not trust myself to express the full essence saying it just once. Like just now, those last two sentences. I’ll repeat myself a third time for good measure - because I do not say it right just once or twice.

Poems say things in only a half, only a quarter. They choose single words worth more than ten of mine. I want to know how their minds shop for words. I want to distill myself like poets do. I want to trade in all my too many common words for the way they use an extraordinary few.

If I keep writing this, I’ll write it forever. I’ll explain myself again, as I have already, as I’m doing now. With more and different other words, with the hope of saying myself fully, like how all the hatched and messy wanton scribbles from a pen might finally color in a page. I want to change that. I want to not rip the page I’ve oversaturated by the tip of my pen.

I’ll start tomorrow, maybe, to explain myself less.

if low-rise pants have a million haters i am one of them . if low-rise pants have ten haters i am one of them. if low-rise pants have only one hater and that is me . if low-rise pants have no hater, that means i am no more on the earth . if world against high-waisted pants, i am against the world. i love #highwaistedpants till my last breath hope this helps

Y’all I’ve been hinting at it for like two days now but my father got arrested in Texas on his way to a job. He’s a contractor that travels often alone as the only black man in the entire company and because he was alone he got arrested almost immediately after getting there on some bullshit. He can’t leave, we can’t see him, and for almost a full day we thought he was dead because they wouldn’t even tell his family he was in jail. Right now he needs a lawyer to sign off on leaving the state and getting home to see his grandson and wife and me, his son, and no one who put him in the situation is willing to help out.

My step mom made a page here and if you can at the very least spread it and or donate I’d owe you my life. My father aint a saint but he didn’t deserve to go through this alone at his age especially right now in the midst of all this outward unapologetic hatred for black men. Please spread.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/money-for-lawyer-in-texas?utm_campaign=p_cf+share-flow-1&utm_medium=sms&utm_source=customer

im bored who wants to play chess with me

it took rich people what, a couple weeks to be weird about squid game? I've already seen Elongated Muskrat say that he'd watch it if it were a reality show and now Bezos is claiming it's an "interesting idea." these people are actually unhinged

sitting on the floor is an emotion

Rocky horor glee show icons

YELLING SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP