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Save me gay people!!

We always talk about how autistic adults are adults, and that's true. but shoutout to the autistics that :

age regress

pet regress

don't feel human

are age stunted by trauma

who feel like a teen/child for whatever reason

who want to be a child again

age sliders in a system

littles in a system

middles in a system

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

Do you ever wonder how many people have had a crush on you and never told you.

You know how tumblr @staff post lots of tumblr artwork like every week. Well i think they should set a day or two aside for the writers of tumblr.

She shouldn't have had to cry in my arms for forty minutes- fearing for my life. Fearful for what you would do.

All I wanted was peace. Why do those that we care about have to suffer? What gratification do you gain from this?

You've tied my hands, I have no other choice. I pray that the outcome is sufficient enough for the both of us.

Great soup even

When two characters are dancing around their very obvious feelings for one another. And it’s the night before the big fight. Either of them could very well die. They both know this. One confesses their feelings, the one who’s usually so quiet, so pent up because this love isn’t something they think they deserve. And the other is overjoyed, ready to catch up on years spent pining hopefully from the sidelines. And then the battle happens. The confessor nearly dies. It comes to light they only confessed because they fully intended to die and didn’t want their lover to not know how they really felt. So now they have to navigate this aftermath. How do you deal with knowing your lover loves you, but not enough to live for you? Good soup….

babygirl I'm bothered by noises you wouldn't even hear

— Nipuna Mehta (via @nipsyyy)

if you have not drank any water yet today, this is your daily reminder that you are so cute. You're so pretty. Don't let anyone let you think you aren't beautiful. keep sparkling on, superstar

"Having friends in your head must be so fun!!"

Okay, say it's fun when someone that isn't you takes over your body and decides to do something horrid? Not necessarily a crime, but say, broke up with your lover(s), or cut you off from your entire family.

We're all mentally unstable, at any moment one of us can just decide to commit and it's the end.

It's not fun. It's scary.

Especially because not all of us are "friends", many of us simply get along because we are stuck together.

—Kluk

actually no, we're not "dating". we're bound together for infinity. like the stars. so, fuck you, actually.

I was talking with my sister last night and it occurred to me that I write a lot of poetry during liminal and intermundane moments. Late at night before I go to sleep. A moment of mental stress. Immediately after awaking from unconsciousness. Feeling trapped between the past and the future. Longing for the beauty of the unattainable past. Stuck in traffic. Out walking at sunset, almost dying from the freezing cold temperature. Meditation on our childhood in the earth. Outside in a thunder storm. Imagining I was out in the woods. Something eerily like demonic possession. Dancing in the rain. Listening to the night sounds at midnight dejection. Melancholy contemplation in an unlit room. A late night obsession. Out, meditating, on a walk. The shock of a murder. Reading apocalyptic literature.

Humans are intermundane beings; thus it only makes sense that our poetry would be the same.

Meeting someone beautiful and they reveal the beauty in me too

This is so delicious and simple, chefs kiss

if i went back in time i don't think i'd change a thing even if it was fraught with danger and i had to constantly fight through i'd do it all over again because it led to you

Web weaving about the untold story in you !

Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

@dog-teeth/nobody - mitski/@ lilrainpoety on instagram/little weirds - jenny slate/@blossomfully/@chaandajaan/strawberry blond - mitski/wishbone - richard siken/salt - salma deera/unable to find a source/mia hollow/the unabridged journals of sylvia plath/nobody - mitski/crush - richard siken

Kim Addonizio, from Lucifer at the Starlite: Poems; “You with the crack running through you”

stay safe because i like being alive at the same time as you.

"joke"

"joke"