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i made some promises (specifically to @hazellevessque.) idk if i regret them. send help am having an existential crisis
I Had To Study His Eyes- April 27th, 2024
Fearful lives and mournful lights
always helping, never condescending
With joy in the corners, tucked away all night
Carinae nebula in the darkest sky
“come take me away” 
Make everything right
Deathful glare, cross them not
Endearing smiles, 
Cosmonaut
Adaptation, Darwin’s pride, 
I swallow before I apologize
A note then a chord,
discordant ‘fore war
Ascension to godhood only to pull you down
Try me with your fears, 
I promise I won’t drown. 
(for @whysaber-toothed - they're green, actually)
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i made some promises (specifically to @hazellevessque.) idk if i regret them. send help am having an existential crisis
I Had To Study His Eyes- April 27th, 2024
Fearful lives and mournful lights
always helping, never condescending
With joy in the corners, tucked away all night
Carinae nebula in the darkest sky
“come take me away” 
Make everything right
Deathful glare, cross them not
Endearing smiles, 
Cosmonaut
Adaptation, Darwin’s pride, 
I swallow before I apologize
A note then a chord,
discordant ‘fore war
Ascension to godhood only to pull you down
Try me with your fears, 
I promise I won’t drown. 
(for @whysaber-toothed - they're green, actually)
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have a fucking day,
im not well
I Don’t Blame You (Talk To Me In Tongues)- April 27th 2024
Talking to you I never know what I’ll get
A truth bomb about me, something I don’t know or get
I feel like I’ve been lied to forever and yet 
I’m wrong all of a sudden, in joy I forget
How strange it must be to look into a poem that’s a mirror of your actions and not understand a word
It must be deafeningly quiet to read something written in your honor
So nonchalantly pious like scars in saltwater
Like the heartbreaks that came from the words you pulled my way
All of the pain that I scrubbed away
And babe, I hate to say it, but you’re reading this the wrong way. 
This one’s a song set to notes and chords that swell and mourn 
I don’t know why but with you I’m forlorn 
I’ve got one eye shut and the other at a squint “is it over yet?” I whisper, arranging a funeral when we didn’t even meet
I’m recovering from a heartbreak that hasn’t happened yet 
And I’m ready for the day that you happen to forget. 
I’ve steeled myself to it- it all happens in time
And I promise I won’t scream
And I definitely won’t cry
And did I tell you about the time when the ones I loved most,
Went behind my back and disguised me as the worst
I never told a soul what went on that day
And I wish I could tell you, but I am so afraid. 
I will not betray them as I did you in my dreams 
But look at me shaking and ask me like what this seems.
I’m so confused with this twine
I ask questions all the time
And I’m waiting for a demand, some expectation of some kind
I cannot live up to want you want
If what you want you never say
And if what you want isn’t me, 
I can’t go on like this another day
I don’t know if I’m doing it right or if the spirals take you from sleep
If all the poking and prodding is real,
I don’t think I need to be. 
And sometimes it’d be nice to disappear
Away from view and analysis
No one’s taken the time to think about me
What do you have to say about this? 
Tell me about my struggles and what they look like to you
Diagnose me with an illness to which there is no cure
“I wish upon a star,” please, someone write something about this mule
This girl who won’t stop pleading
Till she gets the truth.
I asked for one thing, and yet it’s millions of words strung together on a bracelet that’s too big
Why is this not over yEt? 
TeLl mE why
Or doN't. 
I won’t blAme you if you forget. 
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"mat! mat! is this about anyone??" NOOO. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT. STFU.
The Italics Were What I Said- April 24th, 2024
I talked about us today, in a way no one’s ears had heard before
Not the cat’s cry, or the gossip passed around like hors d'oeuvres,
An angry simmer of screenshots and quotes
other girls and stabbing metaphors
But at the end of the day, 
You think you can use me for whatever you like, but mind you,
Mind you, my dear,
I’m a woman in the 21st century,
And at the end of the day, 
When all had gone gray, 
And you’re just “Jared”
You’re gonna want to pray
That this doesn't go viral, 
That your life doesn’t go to shit
Because my tongue is filled with venom
I’m tired of your apathetic shit
Come back at my funeral pyre. 
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I hate it here is for all the girlies who grew up reading books as a precocious child and dreamt of worlds that exist only in a sophisticated imagination, for the girls who live in delusions
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you think you’re a better kisser than me??? you think you’re a better cuddler? come over here and prove it punk
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OK PEOPLE HERES THE DEAL. If this post gets 200 notes, I’ll tell show this poem to the guy it’s about AND ADDITIONALLY make it through on my promise that it went ‘viral’
"mat! mat! is this about anyone??" NOOO. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT. STFU.
The Italics Were What I Said- April 24th, 2024
I talked about us today, in a way no one’s ears had heard before
Not the cat’s cry, or the gossip passed around like hors d'oeuvres,
An angry simmer of screenshots and quotes
other girls and stabbing metaphors
But at the end of the day, 
You think you can use me for whatever you like, but mind you,
Mind you, my dear,
I’m a woman in the 21st century,
And at the end of the day, 
When all had gone gray, 
And you’re just “Jared”
You’re gonna want to pray
That this doesn't go viral, 
That your life doesn’t go to shit
Because my tongue is filled with venom
I’m tired of your apathetic shit
Come back at my funeral pyre. 
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slightly late to the party buuuuut happy lesbian visibility week<333
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i hate that last month and a half before school ends when all your teachers start assigning final projects and you don't know which projects to prioritize while still making sure to memorize your lines for theater and try to find a time to film a last second dance project for pe because your pe teacher does that for some reason
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As the biggest reputation girlie there ever has been I FUCKING AGREE. We’re NOT getting rep tv anytime soon, and i would HATE it if that rerelease was rushed, but also THERES A WHOLE NEW FUCKING ALBUM PEOPLE. THIRTY ONE SONGS. LETS BE SO FR RN
unpopular opinion warning ! ⚠️
some swifties are kind of greedy man — like stop making rep tv references and talking abt rep tv
we already have a new album, what do yall want more?
ive seen so many insta swifties talk abt rep tv, like calm down we just got a new album ☹️
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i hate that last month and a half before school ends when all your teachers start assigning final projects and you don't know which projects to prioritize while still making sure to memorize your lines for theater and try to find a time to film a last second dance project for pe because your pe teacher does that for some reason
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Surprise I got emo and wrote something! (If you think you know what any of these means, you’re probably right but don’t confront me about it)
11pm (I Said Goodnight at 9:28)-April 22nd
“I love you.”
“It’ll pass.”
Will it?
Will it though?
Will it pass through my system like the drug that you are,
In through the mouth with ecstasy and longing
Through my bloodstream and coursing through my veins
Stopping to kick me in the liver
And pass right out?
Is that what you’ll do?
Or will you grow on me like a tumour, every little word you say building in me till I can’t think anymore
I’m intoxicated with your smell and your hair
And I’ve mentioned this before- but dude what the hell?
What’s with the philosopher’s enigma being in the palm of your hand, while in the other you stroke my face
And yes I like being called pretty, that’s a nice shot glass to down
But I much rather prefer the days you call me thoughtful and puzzling
When you spend hours trying to solve me only to fail and still call me beautiful
That’s the shit that stays in my system and never ever leaves
So no, it won’t “pass” and no, I won’t “forget”
Because you’ve been tattooed into the inside of my thigh
and for now that high is all I’ll get.
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"mat! mat! is this about anyone??" NOOO. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT. STFU.
The Italics Were What I Said- April 24th, 2024
I talked about us today, in a way no one’s ears had heard before
Not the cat’s cry, or the gossip passed around like hors d'oeuvres,
An angry simmer of screenshots and quotes
other girls and stabbing metaphors
But at the end of the day, 
You think you can use me for whatever you like, but mind you,
Mind you, my dear,
I’m a woman in the 21st century,
And at the end of the day, 
When all had gone gray, 
And you’re just “Jared”
You’re gonna want to pray
That this doesn't go viral, 
That your life doesn’t go to shit
Because my tongue is filled with venom
I’m tired of your apathetic shit
Come back at my funeral pyre. 
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"mat! mat! is this about anyone??" NOOO. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT. STFU.
The Italics Were What I Said- April 24th, 2024
I talked about us today, in a way no one’s ears had heard before
Not the cat’s cry, or the gossip passed around like hors d'oeuvres,
An angry simmer of screenshots and quotes
other girls and stabbing metaphors
But at the end of the day, 
You think you can use me for whatever you like, but mind you,
Mind you, my dear,
I’m a woman in the 21st century,
And at the end of the day, 
When all had gone gray, 
And you’re just “Jared”
You’re gonna want to pray
That this doesn't go viral, 
That your life doesn’t go to shit
Because my tongue is filled with venom
I’m tired of your apathetic shit
Come back at my funeral pyre. 
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"mat! mat! is this about anyone??" NOOO. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT. STFU.
The Italics Were What I Said- April 24th, 2024
I talked about us today, in a way no one’s ears had heard before
Not the cat’s cry, or the gossip passed around like hors d'oeuvres,
An angry simmer of screenshots and quotes
other girls and stabbing metaphors
But at the end of the day, 
You think you can use me for whatever you like, but mind you,
Mind you, my dear,
I’m a woman in the 21st century,
And at the end of the day, 
When all had gone gray, 
And you’re just “Jared”
You’re gonna want to pray
That this doesn't go viral, 
That your life doesn’t go to shit
Because my tongue is filled with venom
I’m tired of your apathetic shit
Come back at my funeral pyre. 
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I LOVE REHASHING THE DRAMA FOUR MONTHS LATER
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