#splled ink

[inkskinned]

she's three years younger than i am, and i put on cascada as a throwback, cackling - before your time! i've been borrowing my brother's car, and it's older than dirt, so the trunk is like, maybe permanently locked. when the sun comes through the window to frame her cheekbones, i feel like i'm 16 again. i shake when i'm kissing her, worried i won't get it right.

in 2003, my state made gay marriage legal. where she grew up, it wasn't legal until 11 years later - 10 years ago. if legal protections for gay marriage were a person, that person would be entering 5th grade. online, a white gay man calls the fight for legal marriage boring, which isn't kind of him but it is a common enough opinion.

it has only been 9 years since gay marriage was nationally official. it is already boring to have gay people in your tv. it is already boring to mention being gay - "why make it your entire personality?" i know siblings that have a larger age gap than the amount of time it's been legally protected. i recently saw a grown man record himself crying about how evil gay people are. he was begging us, red in the face - just do better.

i am absolutely ruined any time my girlfriend talks about being 27 (i know!! a child!), but we actually attended undergrad at the same time since i had taken off time to work between high school and college. while walking through the city, we drop our hands, try not to look too often at each other. the other day i went to an open mic in a basement. the headlining comedian said being lesbian isn't interesting, but i am a lesbian, if you care. as a joke, she had any lesbian raise their hand if present. i raised mine, weirdly embarrassed at being the single hand in a sea of other faces. she had everyone give me a round of applause. i felt something between pride and also throwing up.

sometimes one thing is also another thing. i keep thinking about my uncle. he died in the hospital without his husband of 35 years - they were not legally wed, so his husband could not enter. this sounds like it should be from 1950. it happened in 2007. harassment and abuse and financial hardship still follow any person who is trying to get married while disabled. marriage equality isn't really equal yet.

and i don't know that i can ever put a name to what i'm experiencing. sometimes it just feels... so odd to watch the balance. people are fundamentally uninterested in your identity, but also - like, there's a whole fucking bastion of rabid men and women who want to kill you. your friends roll their eyes you're gay we get it and that is funny but like. when you asked your father do you still love me? he just said go to your room. you haven't told your grandmother. disney is on their 390th "first" gay representation, but also cancelled owl house and censored the fuck out of gravity falls. you actively got bullied for being gay, but your advisor told you to find a different gimmick for your college essay - everyone says they're gay these days.

once while you were having a hard day you cried about the fact that the reason our story is so fucking boring to so many people is that it is so similar. that it is rare for one of us to just, like, have a good experience across the board. that our stories often have very parallel bends - the dehumanization, the trauma, the trouble with trusting again. these become rote instead of disgusting. how bad could it be if it is happening to so many people?

i kiss my girlfriend when nobody is looking. i like her jawline and how her hands splay when she's making a joke. there is nothing new about this story, sappho. i love her like opening up the sun. like folding peace between the layers of my life, a buttercream of euphoria, freckles and laughter and wonder.

my dad knows about her. i've been out to him since i was 18 - roughly four years before the supreme court would protect us. the other day he flipped down the sun visor while driving me to the eye doctor. "you need to accept that your body was made for a husband. you want to be a mother because you were made for men, not women." he wants me to date my old high school boyfriend. i gagged about it, and he shook his head. he said - "don't be so dramatic. you can get used to anything."

the other day a straight friend of mine snorted down her nose about it, accidentally echoing him - she said there are bigger problems in this world than planning a wedding.

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[dirtyfilthy]

to watch you orgasm

I slap her ass:

Try to ride the wave up

Past parted lips

And out – her back arching

In a spark of unexpected pleasure.

Lady, may I say, to watch you orgasm

Is like seeing the moon greet the face of the sun again

A new day dawning

On the secret morning of your smile.

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[most-ment]

Creatures of the night

We reject them

Because we don't understand

We were indebt to them

For everything that we had

But instead we trialed and killed

We denied their skills

Saw them as devilish

Scared of how their life could be replenished

Named them as demons

Cast them away

But we're the real evil ones

In these dark days

Note: Hi Loves! Umm well hope u like it

Word of the day: Ubuntu

Humanity

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[lostinmyreveries]

~ Same streets, same scenes, same reveries; losing you was losing me. It’s sad to see our discussions descend into the occasional season’s greetings. Empty promises to meet again, why say words that have no meaning? Still, I miss your name - I miss hearing mine, being shouted through the meadows. But we knew those fields were finite, and we would even whisper curiously about the world beyond. So when your eyes turned to those foreign skies, I knew exactly what that glimmer meant. You left this town, forgot how to dream, and returned with a stranger’s scent。

_lostinmyreveries

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[warsawmountain]

Looking Above

I cannot help but feel as though    I should try to protest    whenever I look above to it all. The sky is so fiercely large--    the gaping maw of an unknowable beast    always looking down at me. How dare she?    I know I'm meant to never feel    so small, so unimportant,    so expendable to her.

The rain falls, its friction on skin    clinging as a reminder,    making everything feel so heavy. Nothing is more cold than the breeze    that manages to lift papers away    red balloons that migrate elsewhere.

The satellites that slowly glide above,    metal angelic, floating effortlessly.    Secretly not actually moving at all. All within the jaws of this infinite blue field    I cannot look away,    I cannot escape her.

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[latenightoverthinker]

in my dream, we locked eyes and I said the words I wanted to say to you before you left me forever

~ wake up, it’ll never happen {4:06 am}

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[behind-the-student]

You said I love you, I have to break you

It won’t hurt, maybe just a little

Close you eyes, I’ll show you

Hurry up, wait right here

I will keep you safe, in this cage

Free from harm, trapped with me

I’ll keep you alive, until you die

You said I have to break you, I love you

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[the-number-26]

“Writing is easy. You only need to stare at a blank piece of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead.”

Gene Fowler

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[soulxsurvivor]

Aurora

I will no longer be writing soft poems. I am tired of living in whispers. When I travel to the North, I hope to see the aurora light up the sky The way you lit up my life. A spark of light igniting dark night where I had been living in a kind of trance; And let the beautiful neon hues electrify the ends of my soul.

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[musicthatrattlesthestars]

So we did creative writing in English. My stimulus was a picture of ballerinas getting ready for a show. I’m actually kinda proud of it.

It was hot, clammy, the air so dense with tension not even a knife could cut it. The three doces in pale blue, every movement maade with vindictive purpose, glared at one another through the reflection of the mirror. One of them did not belong there. Her frame was slight, uncomfortably thin, though she walked like rippling water. She glanced behind her, not at the pretentious bird holding her shoulders in a vice-like grip, but at the girl behind her. The young dove was hooked onto her every movement, every muscle twitch, every ruffle of her ostentatious attire, every sparkle in her eyes. The young girl looked on admirably to this graceful peacock of a dancer. She turned, causing the dove to catch her breath. She would’ve held that gaze for eternity, before the master of the flock drew her away to the stage.

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[rougescientist]

I want to tell you something true, 

Before you fly away:

When nights are darker through and through, You turn it into day The world can be a lonely place, It’s deathly cruel and blind, And yet the look upon your face, Reminds me that it’s kind. You never have to feel the same, Nor say it back to me But promise me you’ll know my name Wherever we may be...

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[lostinmyreveries]

~ I’ve found an affinity for the moon,

So strangely mortal in its solitude.

Glowing amongst the grace and ghosts of stars,

Grieving amongst the days and dreams gone by.

Our follies and hope prompt solicitude,

They fear our nostalgia for desire’s doom。

_lostinmyreveries

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[nijaoluwa-blog]

Rise & Fall

Soft chocolate brown skin girl  Hair smells like shea mositure with a hint of S-curl  Smile so white skin looks like its glistening Curly brown weave white people love to put comments in  Brown sugar is what you made of  Love and basketball wasn’t what you dreamed of Daddy left your mom from a woman who spoke his same language your mom was a player but deep down wanted love but was too filled up with anguish Every dude you see you want to give your whole heart to  but not every nigga have to see everything that haunts you Just sip some Jack and Henny and do what the rock stars do Wash away they pain with alcohol and drugs no needles that’s volatile  She just wants to go on trip to Bali and escape the bullshit  Never look back at the people that bring you down quick  She gotta sleep with one eye open cause her enemies they real swift  She was just innocent little girl who wanted to be loved but was told she was a hopeless  Now a danger to herself with no guidance at all If she was to die right now who’s to blame who’s involved Was it society messed up views that must of caused it all the unrealistic beauty standards that never evolves  or was it her families expectations of being the one to save them from withdrawal no one to blame but the world coming full circle we call that the rise and the fall

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[latenightoverthinker]

maybe...

“ maybe you’re not afraid to fall but more so afraid of hurting the only person you know understood what goes on in your mind...hurt that only person... you might never forgive yourself”

—a.m (drafts)

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[behind-the-student]

Trauma feels like having a splinter in your heart. That never goes away. A piercing aftermath. That’s worse as you try to work it out. Leave it alone, and it will demand attention. A reminder of the of your worst days, is sitting just beneath your skin. Every heartbeat, every deep breath in leaves you with an ache in your chest. Only to have the world tell you to get over it. That it’s not that bad. But until it happens to you. Until your asked to keep living with the permanace of that pain. You’ll never understand how bad splinter can hurt.

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[shataraliora]

my mothers mothers mother

had poetry for teeth

sorrows in her necklaces

her tongue

and thighs

she had earth for skin

and songs

waiting for me to write words to

i am her dream

that went from the dirt

to sky

defying gravity

i am a survivor too, sweet mothers

who still watch me

and send their love

and watch anxiety grow in my chest like weeds

i grasp for their whispers

their strength

their eyes

i grasp to fly

i grasp to become a fire

i cry out their sorrows and hopes

a flower that burns and still lives.

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