like a month or so ago I asked my followers who still fucked with me and only tumblr users kittyshit and dog-water responded, that was not a test that was my ride or die roll call there will be another but for much lower positions
one of my favorite things is talking to girls on the internet and planning to go visit them and saving up money for it and then shit happens and i cancel the trip and i immediately have all that money to spend on myself instead
memorize the angles of your face and tape record the way you say my name relate the way you smell and taste to tangibles no absence can erase forget about the words you’ve said and meant as words mean very little in the end these memories made fresh i will defend and i promise that i won’t forget again with feral fingers i will trace and render all your features in their place and pray that in the fruits have dug your place is something fatal fate cannot erase and shallow rise and fall behind your chest a vacancy that lingers like like the dead the lapsing in the cadence of your breath a lifetime looking forward to forget were i to exploit these memories e.g. the space that’s just above your knees i.e. indulge some vulgar need i hope that you’d forgive me
i just read an article about something that happens to me sporadically and i’m relieved to find out that this is an recognized disorder and to be able to learn more about it and i wanna share it so that other people can be aware of it because it can be really upsetting when it happens to you, especially if you’re the other party involved
but goddamn if that is not one of the stupidest names for a medical condition i have ever heard
“Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto.”—By Joshua Espinoza (via doubtsbestally)
“Ratchet is a racialized term. So is ghetto. So is thug. So is welfare queen. Someone does not have to EXPLICITLY say the word “black” in order for something to be racist against black people. Speaking in flagrantly racist terms is one of the least sophisticated manifestations of racism today.”—TemperedFury on Philip DeFranco’s, creator of the YouTube channel Philly D, use of racialized language.