book recs

on fathers

"i know your pizza order" "you have freckles on your ears" "you make this face when you're tired" "you order green tea on a good day black on a bad day" "you always make that face before you try something" "the tips of your ears turn red when you're angry" "i knew you'd say something" "you must be exhausted to miss the class" "your favorite pie is pumpkin, right?" "i know your phone number, don't worry" "you miss me, i can tell" "you fiddle with your pens when you're bored" "you don't like converse unless they're high tops" "your favorite cereal is cinnamon toast crunch and you first ate it when you were 8"

can’t wait to move out of your parents house??? but also afraid of the crippling debt that college will leave you in???? and the inevitable suffering that is adult life???? but also no more living with your parents!!!!

im really lonely right now but also way too lazy to go out and meet people - my therapist says this is either my social anxiety, my depression, or both, but I kinda just wanna stay at home

the spinny floaty feeling you get after you smoke a shit ton of weed but this time it’s personified!!!

the high-fantasy adventure story i always wanted my life to be mixed with the extremely sad realisation i had at 10 that dragons weren’t real

the news makes me want to cry but i force myself to watch it anyway. i don’t know whether this is because i secretly enjoy my own suffering or because i like making fun of stupid people on the news

the feeling you get coming home late at night, high as fuck and crammed into a car with more people than it can actually fit, after a party that you genuinely enjoyed

i really want to go to space but being an astronaut requires me to be good at physics so this is the next best thing

i read percy jackson when i was 8 and told everyone apollo was my dad, now im queer and have adhd and express my emotions through music and threats of violence but no ancient greek god has claimed me :((

i haven’t had a crush since 4th grade so i substitute romantic feelings with the way these songs make me feel

i wasn’t born in the wrong generation or anything i just really want to go to woodstock circa 1969 and also maybe see Freddie Mercury live 

music for childhood gifted kid whose lives went downhill after 5th grade and now don’t know how not to procrastinate tasks out of fear of doing them badly

the music i would play during early morning bus rides on the way to school when i wanted anything but to be there but now play late at night when i miss life before the pandemic

i want nothing more than to be a bard in medieval times singing songs to the village kids about the prince i fell in love with and the witch i ran away with

if that one video of kanye peeing on his grammy was a playlist/hip-hop fuelled anger at the inherent racism of modern capitalism and also any and all governments

when I was dying

I think it is really fucked up

to start a sentence like this

everyone complimented me

on slowly turning to ashes

'You look so pretty dear'

they said

and I heard

'try harder"

when someone is suffering

from lung cancer

You don't light them a cigarette

You don't

You do not hand a suicidal person

a loaded gun

unless you want them to die

so why did you?

why did you handed me a gun?

what was I supposed to do with it?

besides pulling the trigger

when you are sixteen

and at some point

we all are

nothing is as easy as dying

without anyone noticing

dying isn't like it is in the movies

a 60 second sequel

with blood and wounds and lots of noise

it is a quiet long-term-process

You do not recognise the dead

Mccree: Got your pretty ribbon all wet archer~

Hanzo: And? It’s silk.

Mccree: What’s that supposed to mean? Honestly I don’t see why you wear it instead of a hair tie, it’s impractical.

Hanzo: on the contrary. It’s far more useful. *eyeing out the cowboys ass* When it’s wet it won’t break.

Mccree: Is that so?

Hanzo: *unties his ribbon curling it around one hand* Mhm, and when it’s wet. It doubles as a weapon!! *playfully whips mccrees ass with it*

Mccree: Tell me again why the dragons are needed for this? *gestures to the two cat sized noodles*

Hanzo: *finishes layering the top pastry on the pie* Observe. *places it in front of the dragons*

Tomo and Mochi: *both begin pressing their little claws along the edges to make it pretty*