above us stars

feeling like an insane leftist compared to people irl and like a right wing crackpot compared to everyone on here

the feeling when you’ve gotten used to a lyric or a quote or a poem but then you read it again one random day and suddenly it focuses and then explodes into meaning

I GET UP IN THE EVENING AND I AINT GOT NOTHING TO SAY I COME HOME IN THE MORNING I GO TO BED FEELING THE SAME WAY I AINT NOTHING BUT TIRED MAN IM JUST TIRED AND BORED WITH MYSELF I CHECK MY LOOK IN THE MIRROR WANT TO CHANGE MY CLOTHES MY HAIR MY FACE THERES SOMETHING HAPPENING SOMEWHERE BABY I JUST KNOW THAT THERE IS YOU CANT START A FIRE WITHOUT A SPARK THIS GUNS FOR HIRE EVEN IF WERE JUST DANCING IN THE DARK

seething about the fact that i will never experience photosynthesis in my own useless cells. i bet it feels so good when the light of the sun both warms you and fuels you at the same time. a bone-deep satisfaction mixed with a heated sugar-rush and endless brightness. not that i would fucking know

happy my mother said I could be anything I wanted but I chose to live monday

happy the days I don’t want to kill myself are extraordinary tuesday

happy walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again and an intense love rushes to your heart and hope it’s unendurable unendurable wednesday

happy the thing is to love life to love it even when you have no stomach for it thursday

happy for years I have been on duty in this my body and this its mind and no one has told me when relief might arrive but I think it will come all at once by the hundreds friday

happy sometimes I really believe it that I am going to save my life a little saturday

happy sit down inhale exhale the gun will wait the lake will wait the tall gall in the small seductive vial will wait will wait will wait a week will wait through april you do not have to die this certain day sunday

why do you guys talk like you think not voting means no one gets elected

when hozier said “the likes of a darkness so deep that god at the start couldn’t bear” and when hozier said “i’d still know you not being shown you i only need the working of my hands” and when hozier said “some part of me must have died the first time that you called me baby” and when hozier said “i would still be surprised i could find you darling in any life” and when hozier said “heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i” and when hozier said “but if we fall i only pray don’t fall away from me” and when hozier said “you were steering my heart like a wheel in your hands and darling i haven’t felt it since then” and when hozier said “if there was anyone to ever get through this life with their heart still intact they didn’t do it right” and when hozier said “if i was a riptide i wouldn’t take you out” and when hozier said “darling there’s a part of me i’m afraid will always be trapped within an abstract from a moment of my life” and when hozier said “do you know i could break beneath the weight of the goodness love i still carry for you” and when hozier said “darkness always finds you either way it creeps into the corners as the moment fades” and when

i know it’s all just jokes but i think we should fr stop acting like the people around us don’t have inner lives. “npc” becoming an acceptable term to call people is very disturbing to me like genuinely idc if it’s not that deep…. plus the new phenomena of calling things you find no substance in “coworker music/movies/etc” like i get the conceit of the joke but i think when you refer to other people in that way consistently, you start to genuinely become convinced that people are just there to fill the background of your life, that they don’t have hobbies or families or lives beyond what you perceive, and that’s so bad. that’s sooooo bad to think of people

maybe whistleblowers just happen to come forward around the time they're about to die. no one ever considers that

question of the day: can you handle seeing something beautiful or strange or funny and not having the desire to record it, capture it, or possess it? can you live with seeing it only by yourself, in memory? can you live with the passage of time challenging your experiences like river rocks smoothed under so much running water? can you live with the knowledge of amazing or bewildering things that you can’t own or share?