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acarwrotethisrice · 15 days
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Body horror
I am a cyborg because I’m disabled; metal and gears keep me up and moving
I am a vampire because I’m chronically ill; hungry for the life force coursing through people
I am a mummy because I’m disabled; all bandages holding together a failing body
I am a zombie because I’m disabled; all crawling dragging movements
I am disabled because I’m a human. I am a human because I’m disabled
my body is not horrifying so I am not body horror
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flintpunks-mind · 1 year
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A co-worker of mine was standing outside with me during a break from customers to share a cigarette with me, and told me about how he had lost his brother that he was close with some years ago. He told me about how they used to be in a band together with some friends, and how ever since he'd died, he hadn't played any music because he'd been too scared and anxious. I told him about how I'd lost my brother to suicide some years ago.
I went home and pulled out an old tiny wooden box my brother had given me before he'd died. I'd been using it to store guitar picks I'd collected over the years, including one guitar pick that used to be his. I haven't played the guitar since he'd died, my hands are too small to play some of the chords, so I play bass and piano instead.
I went to work the next day and gifted my brothers old guitar pick to my co-worker. I told him that it'd been sitting in a box for ten years unused, and would probably sit there for longer if I kept it there. Told him that I thought he deserved to have it, because I bet he could put it to better use than I ever would. Told him I didn't feel like it was coincidence that me and him would cross paths with each other in our lives, and that it seemed suiting that we had these similar experiences but split in two halves. That somehow, I felt like he was meant to have the guitar pick. I told him that I knew he'd not played guitar since his brother died, but that if he ever decided to play again one of these days, maybe he'd be able to honor both of our brothers by using that guitar pick.
He almost cried. He thanked me. Then he went home that night and for the first time in years he played the guitar.
I don't know what the meaning of life is or what my purpose is, but I do believe that love and human connection is one of the most important things in life. It's finding ways to tell strangers you love them and share experiences with others. I think it's all just about love.
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whaliiwatching · 9 months
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Hey hello. Consider. Hobie reading over and suggesting edits to drafts of Peter's writing and then going home visually with clippings and quotes from said writing as a part of him. Alternately, Peter takes inspiration from quotes visible on Hobie
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heart on your sleeve…..
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Hey there, love
I'm Sirius and this is my attempt at an intro post. anyway, you can call me siri ;)
pick any pronouns from: he/she/they || I'm genderfluid || INFJ
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Sooooooo, if you wanna know, here it goes
Gonna tell you there's a part of me that shows, if we're close
Gonna let you see everything
But remember that you asked for it
I'll try to do my best to impress,
But it's easier to let you take a guess at the rest
But you wanna hear what lives in my brain and my heart
Well, you asked for it
For your perusin', at times confusin'
Hopefully amusin', introducing me<3
I've never
really been into cars,
I like really cool guitars and superheroes
And checks with lots of zeros on 'em
I love the sound of violins
And makin' someone smile
(yes I just inserted a disney song to introduce myself. go listen to it if you want it's called Introducing Me by nick jonas)
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my life motto is "do no harm but take no shit". That's right, I have my wise moments.
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I'd say this mood board just about sums up my personality, except, as all humans are, I'm obviously more complex than that.
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@her-midas-touch is a poet and wrote this for me hehe:
Run out of metaphors great enough, my fingers paint a wraith
To faint to capture essence, mere shimmery traces of feelings
Every cheshire cat smile, every whirlwind idea, every leap of faith for every apathetic eye, missing the moment, is a soul
that sings
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click here for the playlist on Spotify by my lovely siv @good-oldfashioned-lover about what my soul is supposedly made of.
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this is my ao3 acc feel free to check it out
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feel free to interact<3 promise to advice/ listen if you wanna vent/ hyperfixations
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lovely mutuals:
@good-oldfashioned-lover @her-midas-touch@daydream-of-a-wallflower@hermioneswifeee@literallytoogaytofunction@lilbeanz@reisbackinblack@dementorfromazkaban@deprivedofbraincellsandsleep@starryrain@lizluvscupcakes@urbanflorals @accio-sriracha@siriusly-remu@werewolfenthusiast@none-of-it-was-accidental@feelin-sad-and-gay@jaylienpotter@illustratinglaura @nothingtoseeherebyeexx @silverscreenlipstick @moonysversion @mochami-mochi @sleepinginmygrave @icarus-last-fall @a-beautiful-fool @shuhuaspookie @xi-phos @here-for-a-good-time-hopefully @stars-over-ice-cream @kaaaaaaarf @re-is-back-in-black@rookofthekingom@toxik-angel@marylily-my-beloved@good-oldfashioned-lover-girl @bloophasarrived
(i hope i got everyone?)
mess with my friends and I will hurt you :)
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Things I love:
singing, marauders era, any and all kinds of art, poetry, books, fanfiction, the harry potter fandom (jkr can piss off tho), arctic monkeys, k-pop (bts, txt, svt, skz, treasure and a few more bands), renne rapp, taylor swift's music, conan gray, plushies, the moon, the stars, basically space, chai, biking, CHOCOLATE, nature, writing, badminton, musical instruments and a million little nothings
currently listening to: space girl by Frances Forever
fav authors/books: ruskin bond, the alchemist, ronald dahl, to kill a mockingbird, memoirs of sherlock holmes, and many more im too lazy to type out. ok look i love reading but the last thing i read was definitely on ao3
movies/shows: Heartstopper, Red white and royal blue, Loki, hazbin hotel, helluva boss, Night at the Museum, Marvel (not sucha fan of mcu), highschool musical (2 is my fav), Luca (2021) and most other pixar and disney movies, (i love animated movies so much)
bollywood has only managed to make a select few good movies out of which im absolutely crazy about like znmd, dangal and super 30
DNIs don't work so I guess I'll just say: fuck around and find out :)
this video made by the wonderful @urbanflorals is so me, i wanted to add it<3
alright ty for visiting my blog, you are welcome to stay
Toodles<3
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calamitys-child · 3 months
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Bought and sold and traded so many fantastic zines this weekend and honestly my favourite interaction I had was with a very shy but very very determined kid who asked politely if I'd like to trade them one of my angry political transgender poems for some drawings they did in class. I will treasure it forever it was so cute this kid has such a fun scrappy art style and I look forward to seeing them at future zine fairs with more little drawings. Weird queer accessible inclusive art fairs you have my heart always and forever 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
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gramforgram · 10 months
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man. I'm just one guy on the internet, but seeing such blatant environmental warfare used against striking union members doesn't get me excited about "tree law," as this great opportunity to see justice for the proletariat
the act is done. those trees will be stressed, susceptible to disease, and forced to endure heatwaves. those trees may die and the only consequence will be more capital exchange
doesn't anyone else see? we share the same world, the same fate, the same struggle with those trees. in some ways, we are the same
and when men come to cut you down, their shears will give all the permission they need
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bloodbot-brian · 11 months
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Simple Terms
I am a corpse in my own bed
My muscles rot beneath my skin, but I cannot move them back to health
My teeth decay behind my lips, but I cannot scrub the plaque away
My room smells of sickness and stink, but I cannot clean the clothes off my floor
Bugs crawl over and bite into my body, but I cannot flick them off me
For I, in simple terms, am dead
I try to distract myself from my body, the one that has failed me so
I listen to podcasts and music, and watch horror and romcoms
But the pain and stinging of my eyes and bones bring me to
And I remember all over again that I am simply stuck in my room
And I continue to feel as my ribs collapse onto my lungs until I sleep
I don’t think you would know that I am dead if you looked at me
I look healthy, my skin a reddish pale and my eyes a simple brown
But, if you get close enough, you can smell the disease under my skin
Though you may not understand the extent to which it burrows through my guts
You will know
I tell my friends and my partner that I am ill, and forever will be
They nod and offer to help me, tell me it's okay if I walk slowly or need a rest from the ache
They may know, but they cannot understand, not really
The person they love is dead
And I do not have the heart to tell them
My body moves like the twitch of nerves from a long dead bug or squid
A leg spasm that clicks my knees awfully, or an arm jerk that knocks a mug to the floor
I am deceased, yet still filled with an awful excuse for life and movement
Lifeless, yet still breathing, however ragged and painful the breaths may be
I should be six feet under, but the dire grip of dirt has yet to encase me in its love
Death has long since touched me with his skeletal hands, though only a tap on the shoulder
My body knows I am dead, just not my mind, which clings to ideas of jumping and exercise
I do not wish to be dead, or to be buried, but it is my calling and it is my inevitability
I am a cadaver being pulled by strings of my own making, but I cannot cut them off
For my limbs are too heavy and too hollow, and the wire will cut my skin if I touch it with frail hands
I am happy in this existence, in a way I would have never expected
I have help, though not from the people I should have, and cover my sickness with smiles
But smiles cannot change the future of my declining form
I am in a constant state of pain and loose tissue
And it hurts, and it aches
And I scratch, and I pull
And I cannot step, and I cannot push
So I lay, lifeless as a carcass, just some old human remains that move weakly back and forth
I go to school, and I have fun, however much my own body and the world that denies my access angers me
The rot fills my bones as I write, and my fingers tire heavily, so
I will stop my painful tapping, on my dark keyboard, now, and lay in my bed, a corpse within it.
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alamari-chibi · 2 months
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@pocket-size-cthulhu
I'm making a separate post bc I kind of sent myself down a rabbit hole. I wanna clarify that I am a Big Hozier Fan and that most country music is a different lyrical ballpark entirely bc of the nature of the genre. (If I had to describe it I'd say it's more literal and storytelling than the whole, like, in-the-woods poetry thing hozier's got going on.)
Anyway I tried to find some that have the same kind of poetry to them or at least aren't about dirt roads and, like, alcoholism. (this is very hard to do there are so many songs about drowning your sorrows in alcohol. I think maybe that's a bad thing but what do I know about songwriting)
Zach Bryan - Something in the Orange
Ryan Bingham - Wolves
Deana Carter - Strawberry Wine
Chris Stapleton - Tennessee Whiskey
Brooks and Dunn - Neon Moon
Uncle Lucius - Keep The Wolves Away
Juice Newton - Angel of the Morning
Johnny Cash - God's Gonna Cut You Down
The Band Perry - All Your Life
Lee Ann Womack - I Hope You Dance
Josh Turner - Would You Go With Me
I also have a few that I think just have generally clever lyrics that you probably won't enjoy very much if you don't like country music:
Rodney Atkins - If You're Going Through Hell
Sugarland - It Happens
Jessica Andrews - Who I Am
Billy Currington - People are crazy
Blake Shelton - Honeybee
Tim McGraw - Just to See You Smile
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maddestmewmew · 1 year
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"folkpunk is so #goblincore #trashcore its all grimy grody men with slimy guitars" cool. actually i think this genre mostly populated by poor, poc, and/or queer people shouldnt be associated with. grossness. actually.
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theangstking · 11 months
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do not mistake my kindness
for weakness,
or immaturity,
or naïvety.
my kindness is born,
from lashing tongues
and knives against my heart.
my kindness is a choice,
made due to the suffering,
others have put me through.
i am kind because,
i have been treated unkindly.
i have been hurt -
but i refuse to hurt.
i am kind because
when i remember what happened to me,
i never want another to feel the way i did.
i sand down my sharpened edges,
i cover my claws,
and am careful with my fangs.
i keep my sharp parts covered.
but they are still there.
i am well aware of,
the harm i can do,
the pain i can cause.
and i choose to keep others safe
from the parts of me that can cause pain,
the part that wants to see others hurt
the way i was.
my kindness is a choice,
made consistently out of strength.
my kindness makes me stronger.
my kindness does not make me less capable of causing pain.
it just makes me more aware of what can cause pain.
do not tempt me to remove the restraints,
do not tempt me to bare the sharpened edges,
do not tempt me to bite or scratch.
you will not like what you get.
my kindness is a choice,
that makes me more dangerous
when i am cornered.
do not put me in a situation
where i feel the need to drop my kindness.
you will not like what you find.
my kindness does not make me weak.
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deathinephrine666 · 7 months
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why my tummy look like that
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b0wr0k0m · 1 year
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the real reason that pop punk/emo bands sound bad now is bc they stopped making their own t-shirts
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maybebabyplease · 2 years
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“but my being alive is the middle finger i never put down” — jessica walsh
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Who is your boyfriend? How is one to play such a part? You who came to us, and offered the position, ought to know. We were asked, “would you like to be my boyfriend?” and I said yes. Who is “I”? How does one become Him? Such an explanation was never offered.
How are the two of us to share a psyche under these conditions? Perhaps you do not realize how high the barrier of entry truly is to your Respect. At every turn one meets a trait that “cannot be taken seriously,” often a trait of Mine! How could you possibly love someone you don’t even like? And all without even the slightest hint as to who you would Take Seriously, so that it could become Him.
You are a horrible matinée audience. Rest assured that the play is much better when the actors are not being pelted with tomatoes from the very start.
[but instead it said “I would feel more comfortable if we were just friends” and that was good enough]
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punkysensible · 1 year
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Hola a todos/as/es mis nuevos seguidores, otro lunes se está terminando en este rincón en Sudamérica donde me encuentro, otra semana que pasaré proyectando y persiguiendo los sueños que tanto tiempo tuve y hoy se transforman en ideas y planes. A pesar de mi cuadro depresivo y de ansiedad, sigo pateando los pensamientos intrusivos con ayuda de la música y el amor propio <3 espero todxs tengan un semana llena de amor y motivación como la mía!
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elmp · 1 year
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Finally, a Dating App for People Who Believe that Nazi Punks Fuck Off
Likes include: Smoking
Weed and thinking about all
The dead Nazis' deaths.
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