Regrets From A Princess,

one day you’ll wake up at 9:30am on a Sunday w the love of ur life and you’ll make some coffee and pancakes and it’ll all be alright

every time I try to write something silly it's not long before things get mildly serious and the tone changes

but I want to channel my inner child and forget all that, I want to write something fun without overthinking

my heart is a ripe fruit rotting in my chest

KNITTED 

She had knit you a sweater, 

You wear it every day. 

You’ve had it sixteen years so- 

It’s to no surprise that you'd never throw it away. 

The threads follow you like a trail of shadows, 

It’s thin and damaged

It smells of hard work 

She had knit you a sweater, 

You wear it every day

You say it’s disgusting 

But you never cleaned it anyway. 

She had knit you a sweater, 

You hate it with such pain 

If you feel a little crazy looking at news coverage of Gaza or any other military operations, I HIGHLY recommend looking at the Words About War guide which provides lists of misleading phrases commonly used by governments and the media to obscure the realities of war. Sitting down with a news article with this guide and replacing things like "enemy noncombatant" with "civilians" will change the entire way you look at war news and the media as an agent of the military machine. They also have a special guide on Gaza!!

Quick shout out to skin!

For being soft and warm! Also, you contain horrors I cannot comprehend...

Happy STS! ♥️ You can go back in time and give yourself one piece of writing advice. What is it?

If I could go back in time and give myself one piece of writing advice, it would have to be “Don’t compare yourself to other writers and go at your own pace.” I often feel like I shouldn’t even refer to myself as a writer but hearing this advice has really helped my confidence and understand that everyone is different and I should be happy to refer to myself as a writer.

To have met you was not a careful thing,

Neither graceful nor patient,

And we definitely didn’t know what we were

Getting ourselves into.

All we know is happiness,

Your presence, and essence scream joy.

You are my warm kindred spirit,

My daring bog creature,

My knight in shining armor

Your lips do wonders

The words that flow from your lips are always spoken with such a passion that makes the angels jealous

When i close my eyes, i can still feel you on my skin

What a blessing you are

From all the prayers I’ve prayed, to be met with your gaze,

My heart won’t stop

Racing

My hands never forgiving,

To let you go is always hard

But to see you once more, i thank the very car you drove in.

WX. 

I don’t owe you 

Anything. 

Nothing at all. 

I don’t have anything else 

To offer. 

But you know that – don’t you? 

Just look at your damn sweater 

I have knit you everything I could 

It now has holes and you trip on the 

Threads. 

Perhaps you would like to tangle 

Yourself in those threads 

They didn't let you down 

You did. 

You dig, dig, and dig. 

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT