. . .you are not the fucked world.

also semi-unrelated but im thinking of doing a giveaway on here for my followers… something like a $50 prize which i’ll either spend on your amazon wishlist or your steam wishlist. like if you win i’ll buy you $50 worth of gifts from either (not both)

it would have the caveat of ‘you have to be following me’ purely bcos its like.. im doing this as a thank-you to my followers for being so lovely

but also idk if this is allowed on tumblr even? are giveaways allowed? who knows. i’d like to do it tho.

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#baku19.txt

i had.. a very good day. i played some good games, spent time w family, ate nice food, watched my favourite streamer, burned 320 calories through exercise, and i read a lot of chapters of the book im currently reading!!

today was good.. a fun day.

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#i think im going out on friday too which is EXCITING i like going outside the house. am like a dog. pls take me on walks #baku19.txt

fixedyourmeme —

#me

bruh im like on a fucking poetry high… so much good content… might need to take a nap and soak up all this god damn poetry and drown on these words cause holy fuck

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#baku19.txt

lifeinpoetry:

Want is ten thousand blue feathers falling
all around me, and me unable to stomach
that I might catch five but never ten thousand.
So I drop my hands to my sides and wait
to be buried.
— Catherine Pierce, from “Because I’ll Never Swim in Every Ocean,” The Girls of Peculiar

lifeinpoetry —

#words #bluejays #gggggggggod holy fuck #nk #words fave

lifeinpoetry:

Look—even my awestruck is half-assed.
But I’m so tired of the small steps—
the pentatonic scale, the frequent flyer
hoarding, the one exquisite sentence
in a forest of exquisite sentences.
There is a globe welling up inside of me.
Mountain ranges ridging my skin,
oceans filling my mouth. If I stay still
long enough, I could become my own world.
— Catherine Pierce, from “Because I’ll Never Swim in Every Ocean,” The Girls of Peculiar

lifeinpoetry —

#words #nk

lifeinpoetry:

this body
is home, my childhood
is buried here, my sleep
rises and sets inside,
desire
crested and wore itself thin
between these bones—
I live here.
— Lisel Mueller, from “A Nude by Edward Hopper,” The Private Life

lifeinpoetry —

#words #nk

lifeinpoetry:

my blood gets bossy sometimes, you hear that,
you hear how
a body can be convinced of all it sees
— Amie Zimmerman, from “Poor Light,” published in Sixth Finch

lifeinpoetry —

#words #pride

“I’m dead and in hell. I’ve known that for years,” you say. / And I step quietly back into the night.

— Bianca Stone, from “Blue Jays,” The Möbius Strip Club of Grief
(via lifeinpoetry)

(Source: lifeinpoetry)

baku —

#COMPLETELY UNRELATED BUT I REBLOGGED THIS WITHOUT SEEING IT SAID 'BLUE JAYS' #the universe really be sending me a lot of signs tonight huh? i hear you universe. i love you. thank you.

Anonymous asks:

I have really poor analysis skills, and you like poems so..would you care to share your interpretation of that poem?? So i can see why you love it so much :o

honestly w that poem its more about like. its about the walking dead, the tv show- it specifically is referencing a scene in the show so its less to do with analysis skills and more just knowing the show, so dont feel bad

i love it so much because its like. a poem written about my favourite tv show, to start, but its like.. the walking dead in specific has always been an intense feeling of ‘family’ to me, its been a home and a family to me and comforted me more than anything. so knowing theres another human being out there who brings comfort to themselves (’think of happier times’ -> thinking of a specific, loved scene in the shown) by remembering the show is like…..

i guess its touching? to know theres another human being who connects so deeply to the same thing i do. somebody who isn’t just the surface level ‘yeah its a cool show’ but has also that felt that.. soulmate-like connection, that innate sense of ‘home’ and ‘family’.

like this probably sounds really stupid and im hyper aware of that, im aware to other people that tv shows are ‘just tv shows’ but idk. im always someone who has felt something More for them, and its so. touching and lovely to know theres another human being who feels that too. enough to produce beautiful poetry about the feeling it gives off.

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#probably explained this SUPER poorly lol #nonny