i can turn you into poetry but i cannot make you love me.

(creds will be added in a hot sec! my bad y'all ;p)

i want a love that falls as fast as a body from the balcony / and i want a kiss like my heart is hitting the ground

Renée Ahdieh The Wrath and the Dawn / unknown / Mohammed Zarir in a letter to T.M. (2019) / unknown / unknown / Natalie Wee Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines / unknown / Anne Sexton Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters / Euripides (Anne Carson) Grief Lessons: Four Plays

Bon Iver - a song for a lover of long ago /// Rupi Kaur - Milk & Honey /// Anna Akhmatova - The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova /// ??? /// Marina Tsvetaeva - From a letter to Boris Pasternak /// Ojibwa - Tumblr /// Richard Brostoff - Grief /// Erica Jong - Bitter Herb /// Sylvia Plath - The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath ///

idk what they put in this phrase, the most heartbreaking.

- Idea Vilariño, 1958

when deep down you know that the pain won't cease until one of you leaves. in order to move on less tormented, it is exactly what you need.

but your heart's fully attuned to it's verity that it would rather stop than to ever endure a departure. that you'd rather never see that face again than to say a final goodbye face to face. you are so miserable, you know you would keep holding on to the hurting and the petty pain for a long time as the only real souvenir of what you, even for a second, had—of your what if. you will keep holding on to it because that's your problem: you never learnt how to not get yourself so entangled. because it felt so good you didn’t even realised the road ended before it did and your feet slipped. you fell and you fell bad and it crushed all your bones or maybe just few (you never knew how to count anyway). but the crawling dawn was so beautiful you kept laying there in utter pain, glimpsing the pretty temporariness while your consequences tries seeing you eye to eye.

the pain of it will be gone soon it will soon be forgotten but the memory of lost beauty, of lost love will always linger.

for the beauty of it, you stayed.

for the transient beauty of it, you will always stay.

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

yes, doctors suck, but also "the medical ethics and patient interaction training doctors receive reinforces ableism" and "the hyper competitive medical school application process roots out the poor, the disabled, and those who would diversify the field" and "anti-establishment sentiment gets applications rejected and promotions requests denied, weeding out the doctors on our side" and "the gruesome nature of the job and the complete lack of mental health support for medical practitioners breeds apathy towards patients" and "insurance companies often define treatment solely on a cost-analysis basis" and "doctors take on such overwhelming student loan debt they have no choice but to pursue high paying jobs at the expense of their morals" are all also true

none of this absolves doctors of the truly horrendous things they say and do to patients, but it's important to acknowledge that rather than every doctor being coincidentally a bad person, there is something specific about this field and career path that gives rise to such high prevalence of ableist attitudes

and I WILL elaborate happily

Obligatory Alastor and Niffty art because their little moment in the finale was everything to me I can't wait to see them interact more in the next seasons

Also bonus sketch bc I just know he kept the crown on the whole evening

shout the fuck out to bald girls btw. let it be known that i will show the fuck up for bald/balding girls any hour of the day, any day of the week, any week of the year. you could call me up at 3 in the morning and tell me that you happened upon some receding hairline queens who need hyping up and i would tell you i'll be there in five. i love you bald girls

On this Valentine’s Day please don’t forget about the Palestinian people. Candy is being bought in droves while innocent people are starving. While people are planning romantic dinners for their lovers, Palestinian people are losing their lovers to bombs and snipers. There is no rest for the Palestinian people today. Don’t let them mask what’s really happening behind pink ribbon. Fight for love, find empowerment in your love for others. We will not stop fighting, not for a single day. Palestine will be free.

as a reminder to literally anyone and everyone who even so much as considers this: AO3 has NO autosave ability when you're making drafts, so PLEASE do not use it instead of a writing program.

If their server goes down, if you hit a wrong button and refresh the page or go back to the previous page, if you accidentally close the browser, if your browser or device crashes, etc etc etc you are shit out of luck. Your work is gone forever, it didn't backup to anywhere and there is NO recovery option. Even TUMBLR's drafting ability is supposed to autosave and often does.

If you want to avoid gdocs that's fine- there's other text editors with simple autosave options, like Online Notepad or Digital Scholar's notepad, or there's still local-drive writing programs that are free and open source, like LibreOffice. PLEASE do not use AO3 to write your stories into directly. It has NOTHING.

The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.

~Edit~

Yikes guys I didn’t expect this post to blow up.

I’m grateful it did though. Looking at all the comments and tags really takes a stab at my heart because it just shows how wired we are for connection. If life has any meaning, then it’s that.

This concept really sunk its teeth into me as it reassures the notion that no one is ever truly gone. Parts of them just change into you.

That teacher I talked about inspired me to become a teacher myself. This was my first year teaching. Here’s to a new generation of curved i’s.

Please tell me i'm not as forgettable as your silence is making me feel.