I'm petty but also right and if I don't put this into words I'll ruminate and spiral about it all day but also I don't want this to be taken as mean I just FEEL too much and have the Think To Much About Life and Being Good disease
Okay okay maybe wild geese is quoted and misused to hell and back but that's not what the poem is ABOUT it's not about having no moral standards or indulging in selfishness, I am a person alive only for notions of duty and burden and responsibility and it's STILL a good poem and I /do not/ have to walk on my knees repenting
And like. People without OCD and scruples vs ppl with OCD and scruples reading that poem. You do not understand! We are not the same!!!! Leave my poem alone!!!
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wait what happened to my ability to delete all the stupid replies/comments on a post????
Staff really loves making things Worse
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Je Dors sur des Roses from Mozart l'opera rock as post-1889 Hob
Trop de bruit
Pour mon esprit qui tangue
Sur mes rêves exsangues
Drôle danse
La mémoire est un puits de souffrance
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Je hais les roses
Autant que mes sanglots
La vie s'impose
Je crois à nouveau
À mes rêves défunts
Je veux enfin
Oser la fièvre
Du parfum
Des roses
crying sobbing throwing up thanks for this nonnie
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jsyk there's been an update on nex's pronouns and it's been said they actually preferred he/him pronouns, although people did use they/them for him. (https://www.nbcnews.com/nbc-out/out-news/vigil-friends-remember-nex-benedict-fiery-kid-rcna140440)
Thank you for telling me! I'm also glad to see an interview with friends of Nex. Its good to see people remembering his life.
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i wanna eat something good or get something nice but i know i cant afford it now and it sucks that just nothing will make me feel the same as buying something
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joshua stirs awake at the feeling of you climbing into bed. he usually does for a minute, just long enough to acknowledge your presence, and he's already shutting his eyes when you settle in. then he hears the quietest hiccup, and he's already starting to wake up.
"hey... joshy?"
even if your voice wasn't so uneven and wobbly, joshua would have known you were upset. he's never joshy to you unless you are. he's joshua when you're speaking to or about him casually, josh when you're on the phone with your mom, shua when you're tired, and my evil, pretty boyfriend pretty much any other time. joshy is when you're upset and need to say it without saying too much. he knows how much you hate talking when you just want to cry and be held.
"c'mere," he's already sitting up and opening his arms to you. "it's gonna be okay... i'm here, my love."
my love is his way of saying everything he needs to say in moments like these: i'll keep you safe and i love you and you can cry now, i've got you. it's not the only name he has for you, but you always know what he means when he drops it oh-so-casually (always so in tune with when you're starting to get upset). one instance of 'my love' is enough to tell you he'll have the car waiting if you get your coat, or he'll make up a lie to leave early if you say it back, or he'll follow your lead if you fake sick.
you take refuge in his arms, and he's already curling them around you to hold you, safe and secure as always. you let out this quiet, shudder-y breath as you finally let go and break down in his arms. if you want to talk about it, you'll talk about it when you're done. he just strokes your back, his eyes fluttering shut as he holds you through this storm.
and he'll hold you when you resurface from underneath those waves, too, sealing the action with a soft my love just to sweeten it all.
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Here's a blinky while I loose my mind btw. Emotional support blinkous
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