floor time save me. floor time. save me floor time
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Staying at your parents’ house is not free it costs you your mental health
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The Tortured Poets Department Prologue
At this hearing
I stand before my fellow members
of the Tortured Poets Department
With a summary of my findings
A debrief, a detailed rewinding
For the purpose of warning
For the sake of reminding
As you might all
unfortunately recall
I had been struck by a case
of a restricted humanity
Which explains my plea
here today
of temporary i n s a n i t y
You see, the pendulum swings
Oh, the chaos it brings
Leads the caged beast to do
the most curious things
Lovers spent years denying
what's ill fated
Resentment rotting away
galaxies we created
Stars placed and glued
meticulously by hand
next to the ceiling fan
Tried wishing on comets.
Tried dimming the shine.
Tried to orbit his planet.
Some stars never
align.
And in one conversation,
I tore down the whole sky.
Spring sprung forth with
dazzling freedom hues
Then a crash from the skylight
bursting through
Something old,
someone hallowed,
who told me he could
be brand new
And so I was out of the oven
and into the microwave
Out of the slammer and into
a tidal wave
How gallant to save the
empress from her gilded tower
Swinging a sword he could
barely lift
But loneliness struck at that
fateful hour
Low hanging fruit on
his wine stained lips
He never even scratched
the surface of me.
None of them did.
"In summation, it was not a
love affair!"
I screamed while bringing
my fists
to my coffee ringed desk
It was a mutual manic phase.
It was self harm.
It was house and then
cardiac arrest.
A smirk creeps onto this
poet's face
Because it's the worst
men that I write best.
And so I enter into evidence
My tarnished coat of arms
My muses, acquired
like bruises
My talismans and charms
The tick, tick, tick of
love bombs
My veins of pitch black ink
All’s fair in love and poetry
Sincerely, The Chairman of The Tortured Poets Department
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love this sentence because it makes it sound like he’s lying about his height. Lestat is six feet tall (source: Lestat)
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Every once in awhile I'll remember Running With Scissors responding to a transphobic gimmick account on Twitter and my day will instantly get ten times better
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hold her hand while you eat her out to remind her that she's a little princess
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"kill them with kindness" WRONG. LONG JOHN SILVER'S PEG LEG 🦿🦿🦿🦿🤯🤯🤯🤯💥💥💥💥 🦿🦿🦿🦿🤯🤯🤯🤯💥💥💥💥 🦿🦿🦿🦿🤯🤯🤯🤯💥💥💥💥🦿🦿🦿🦿
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HE LOOKS SO GOOD IM GONNA DO SOMETHING SO DRASTIC
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coming over and shedding half of my hair all over your bed and couch and everything to mark my territory
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it’s actually crazy how people think some jobs aren’t valuable or real jobs. you can have a stable income, years of experience, learn important skills (like working well with others, paperwork, handling money, being organized, good work ethic, managing high stress situations, etc) and people still think you don’t have a real job if you don’t have a degree or whatever. I have almost five years of experience in the service industry and I think I’m really good at it, I work hard and I’m great at working with people, but people act like those kinds of skills aren’t worth being proud of because you’re just a service industry worker and ask when I’m gonna get a real grown up job. I HAVE a grown up job.
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stede: my boyfriend—oh sorry ed is that ok?? can i call u that 👉👈 is that too forward?
ed, absolutely soaking through his leather pants: oughnhnf yes zaddy 🥵🥵😩😩😩💦💦💦
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no, you don’t need to wear your mask/tail to school.
i wish young nonhumans didn’t feel compelled to be ‘out’ at school, especially when it’s a dangerous environment. i keep seeing posts along the lines of “wore my tail/mask to school! people berated/teased/put their hands on me, but it’s ok”.
no, it’s not.
like.. i understand a mask or a tail can be a very validating thing for some people. and i’m not saying NO ONE should wear them at schools. but i just keep watching this mounting trend of young therians insinuating you need some physical accessory or to do quads to be a ‘real’ nonhuman. and then it leads to things like this and it makes me incredibly sad.
i’d known i was alterhuman since late elementary school, actually. it’s a huge part of my life even now, years after graduation. there wasn’t a reason for it to be brought up, so i never did. it was a closely guarded secret to me, but it didn’t feel like a weight i was carrying. i always thought “no one needs to know i’m an animal if it jeopardizes my safety. so, oh well”.
“but, how will people know that i’m an animal?”
they probably will. they probably already do.
i was the designated ‘animal’ person my entire school career despite not ever handling animals in front of anyone. if there were pets, lost wild animals (baby rabbits, birds, lizards), or sometimes even loose livestock that got onto campus, it was always me who had to go tend to them.
everyone wanted me in their group in environmental science. if a project called for animal illustrations, the same thing would happen. it was certainly weird because i was also a ‘weird kid’ and not especially desired to be around outside of that, lol. but i was never harassed for it. it made me feel very validated, actually.
i had fun during gym running and fiercely destroying the opposing team in field hockey. i taught everyone which plants were okay to forage (and we snacked on them when we had to sit on the lower field for practice). every day i was hyperaware of the limbs i had that weren’t quite there. friends noticed my ears twitch and my nose wiggle at certain stimuli. i felt nice walking on two legs. i felt nice because i felt animal and i didn’t have to prove it to anyone.
really like… just do what makes you happy. i admire the bravery it takes to so earnestly wear your identity on your sleeve like that. that’s very impressive. however, there is NO obligation to do anything like that if you understand that there will be a reaction that poses a threat to you.
i want our kids to be safe, too. you don’t have to feel dysphoria over being discreet. sometimes it’s the safest option. and sometimes, that can be really fun, too.
study everything you can about your ‘type. wikipedia and animalia are good resources. ramble about them to anyone who will listen. jokingly refer to yourself as one in friend spaces. wear discreet clothes that remind you of your ‘type. find a nice private place outside where you can run and explore and look at plants and smell the air and feel like yourself. but by no means do you have to prove yourself. you know you.
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Lets talk about how hard it is to open up to someone about being sad for no reason. Lets talk about how hard it is to explain to your friends and family that you have this heavy feeling in your chest for no reason. Lets talk about how hard it is to understand why you're having a panic attack while just taking a walk back home. Lets talk about how hard it is to understand your own self and how scary it is to feel like the whole world is falling on your shoulders and you have no idea why.
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