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maybe, it’s not normal to think woman are prettier than men
not in a “oh wow she’s so pretty” kind of way
but maybe, when my eyes rake down her curves, and her hair falls perfectly around her face, i question everything i have
maybe when i’m safe with him and he’s warm and cozy and it’s everything in the world i should ever want, i’m still empty
maybe a woman’s touch, that’s soft and safe, maybe that’s what i’m craving
maybe i was wrong
and maybe, it’s too late
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"Bleed the Sky"
The sky bursts open,
not gently,
not softly,
but like a body breaking,
like something holding on for too long
finally letting go.
The first drop hits—
hot asphalt hisses,
dust rises like ghosts startled awake,
and the earth opens her mouth
like she’s starving.
There’s no beauty here.
No poetry.
Just the raw writhing of water finding cracks,
finding hunger,
finding every place that aches or crumbles or waits.
The rain doesn’t ask permission.
It doesn’t care where it falls—
forest, rooftop, desert, skin.
It pounds against leaves as if to punish them
for turning their faces away,
fills the throats of rivers
until they choke on their own rushing,
slides down windowpanes like tears
too heavy to hold back.
And it keeps going.
There is no tenderness in this.
This is not about grace.
This is about gravity and surrender,
the weight of billions of tiny impacts
stripping the world bare.
And something in you loosens—
against your will,
unraveling in the rhythm,
in the relentless pounding that reminds you of your own breaking,
of the times you couldn’t stop falling.
You stand there,
letting it hit you,
letting it drench everything you thought was safe.
Maybe this is what healing feels like:
not silent, not soft,
not clean.
But messy.
Wet hands in the dirt,
skin soaked,
blurry vision as everything spills.
The rain knows.
It always knows.
It comes to destroy,
and in the destruction
it leaves something you didn’t know you were—
raw, gasping,
and growing.
this is a haiku
you are reading a haiku
this was a haiku
Someday your hands will be old and wrinkled, the skin spotted and bunching over your knuckles. And a child will watch you make something. It's a simple task, you'll have done it a thousand times before. But to that child, the smooth, confident way your hands move will seem like impossible magic. You have to keep living.
prev these tags have me crying. this is absolutely what it's all about
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pick a side
sometimes i hate being bi. there’s always a stereotype of bi girls being cheaters. i could be so in love with a man, and i am and he makes me feel so special and loved like nobody ever has.
but i feel like loving a woman is different, it’s softer and it creeps up on you. it’s such a soft and swift connection, a feathering touch on my heart and suddenly her soul is visible and beautiful and i just wanna touch learn every part of it.
it makes my stomach hurt. i think i have a crush again and now every part of me that wants her is darkening.
will i ever learn what i love?
don’t apologize for your appearance don’t apologize for your hobbies don’t apologize for the food you eat and enjoy don’t apologize for taking time for yourself stop apologizing unless you are actually in debt and owe it!!!! existence isn’t a reason to be sorry
u know what, even if my writing isnt the BEST, i still made it all on my own. like there was a blank word doc and i filled it up with my own words, my own story. i took what was in my head and i made it a real thing. idk i feel like that alone is something to be proud of.
men in button ups. we all talk ab it.
but like. the few buttons at the top that tease and showing their chest. the sleeves in rumpled cuffs and shoved up to their elbows, the part below the buttons that only ever seems to hang down on one side….
they leave it on after the buttons are finally all undone, and the way it seems to make their abs stand out more. their shoulders shouldn’t be able to fit, the sleeves so tight you think a seam might burst.
im just drooling
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they should invent a brain that doesn’t whisper bad things to you
“what did you eat today”
my tongue dries up in my mouth.
let’s count.
i’m only a few hundred short. again.
“what happened to your leg?”
“oh, that? i wish i knew.”
but i do know.
i wanna watch it drip onto the tub again. i miss the sting from the scrapes, i wonder how long skin cells stay under your fingernails?
every nick from a new razor is a captivating temptation.
i’m starting to think i have control issues.
please, let’s skirt around our feelings for months, because i couldn’t dare tell you i love you as i fall. how vulnerable. how honest, how fast? when can i tell you the way my heart skips or the way i get lost like a fly in your beautiful amber eyes?
i barely know you,
but i could love you for a lifetime.
i just realized that the reason that i like the mean girl characters is bc that’s who i am at heart im just so subconsciously controlled due to childhood trauma but if my inner dialogue was spoken instead??
i wish i could just be angry
why is ao3 is blocked on the hospital wifi????
It’s not even the public hospital wifi. I’m on the staff wifi. which one of you anesthesiologists was reading omega verse on the clock.
Thankfully, I am saved by the power of having a total of 7 followers on this blog.
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nothings wrong with caring too much. you shouldnt be ashamed of putting your whole heart into it.
it doesn’t feel like it tho
i never learned how to scream. not even in my innocence could i speak the words in my heart without a sweetener. my voice was in a nautilus shell around my mothers neck.
i took it back, but it’s too late. i don’t even know how to use it.
(found this in my drafts and was so moved, i dont remember writing it but go me bc i read it and was like haha my mom)
