#let me spill please

[fandom-trash-goblin]

myths & martyrs, and what they leave behind.

transformers comic (source by @mythgradeconstellation, fellow ORV lover??) // André Malraux quoted by Mary Gordon in Joan of Arc: A Life // Gregory Orr // the tragic hero; michael kinnucan, the gods show up // Loss, H.D. // Margarita Karapanou // Hélène Cixous, The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous // this post // it's hard to be a saint in the city, Bruce Springsteen //  i know it’s over, the smiths // unknown // on earth we're briefly gorgeous, ocean vuong // unknown

#the last one is icarus lucifer something something. please let me know if you find it. #poetry #quotes #spilled ink #poems and quotes #spilled poetry #words #webweaving #webweave #aesthetic #poems and poetry #writing #poem #spilled thoughts #web weaving #*mine: graphics #sort of alternating pov between martyr // people they leave behind

[pencap]

By Sylvie (j.p.)

#poets on tumblr #spilled ink #poetry #writeblr #poems on tumblr #original poem #(help somebody please tell me what the tags are these days) #trick or treat #poetics #this is not in fact the new poem i mentioned like a week ago #i'm still sitting on that one #but this idea seized me and wouldn't let me go #i don't /love/ the execution of it but it isn't half bad #and the title says it has to go out today so #here it is!! in its probably-unfinished-and-probably-going-to-stay-that-way glory #i don't love screenshots as a format #but this is absolutely designed to be two-column poem #and as far as i know tumblr doesn't natively support that so....

[hersurvival]

I cannot believe you to be vile.

Deserving of love and mercy, yes, but not because you were once vile.

Even the best dogs will bite when threatened.

What may seem selfish from the outside is often an act of self preserverance.

Take it from someone scared of everything, you've never made me feel uneasy, never left me frightened.

Let me come closer, friend, let me inside so I may try to change your mind.

Please, let me try.

You're much too gentle, much too kind to be vile.

#you're not a monster #please #let me show you #poets on tumblr #writing #poem #poetry #friends #spilled poem #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #writing prompt #original writing #spilled writing

[lostmf]

Please don’t ever become a stranger who’s laugh I could recognize anywhere

Please don’t ever become a stranger who’s laugh I could recognize anywhere

Please don’t ever become a stranger who’s laugh I could recognize anywhere

Please don’t ever become a stranger who’s laugh I could recognize anywhere

Please don’t ever become a stranger who’s laugh I could recognize anywhere

Please don’t ever become a stranger who’s laugh I could recognize anywhere

Please don’t ever become a stranger who’s laugh I could recognize anywhere

…

Why did you ..

#sadnees #can you hear me #you broke my heart #this is a cry for help #heart been broke so many times #i still love you #the day i loved you #i loved you #i am in pain #heart break #you broke my fucking heart #heartbreak #heartbroken #please #please please please #please help #denial #hopelessly devoted to you #greif #you’re losing me #losing myself #did you miss me? #i miss him #did you go and make promises you can't keep? #how could i do this to myself #don’t let me down #just why #whyyyy #emotional wounds #spilled emotions

[officiallydoubtful]

Anybody else ever look at their stretch marks and think, aww, they're so soft and cute, how could anyone ever hate them? They're a sign of growing after all, and growth is rarely a clean, simple process. Growth is messy and confusing, sure, but it's rewarding! And here's a visual reminder of that growth! I don't know how anyone could ever hate that

#just some thoughts #spilled thoughts #words #things i think about #let me know if this makes sense please #i fear i may be spouting nonsense #but whats new

[finallyhappy000]

from my short story, such a small love

#spilled ink #poetry #writing #queer writer #transgressive fiction #literature #yukio mishima #dennis cooper #leslie feinberg #jt leroy #harmony korine #courtney love #ginger bronson #chuck palahniuk #lucifer valentine #splatterpunk #poppy z brite #osamu dazai #i don’t know what to tag this please just let me reach my target audience

[wheelie-sick]

why is every wheelchair cupholder either not compatible with the tube size of custom wheelchairs or $50

#PLEASE I just want to hold my coffee PLEASE LET ME HOLD MY COFFEE #I'm tired of spilling it on my pants #and my current cupholder falls off all the time because it's not the right size for my wheelchair's tube #it's either pinch it between my thighs and spill it all over my pants if it's more than halfway full #or #put it in the cupholder and have the cupholder fall off breaking the mug and spilling all my coffee everywhere

[aheathen-conceivably]

Y’all forgive me I’m just over here thinking about the Darlingtons in context of family secrets and the funneling of information through generations and the lens of personal relationships. Like who gets to know the whole story? What secret is too “big” for your mother or spouse to know? Your sister or your child? At what point does it become okay to tell them if you ever even really knew at all?

Like obviously we know the whole story, which is what makes reading/writing about it so much fun. But how much does Zelda even still really know about Rosella’s life other than what she saw? How much of her father and aunt’s past would Violette ever really get access to? When does the possibility to know “the whole story” disappear at all?

Anywayyyy happy weekend babes welcome to this episode of inside a heathen’s mind at any given time….

#literally just trying to run errands #and my brain is doing this instead #so please let me spill it into you all thank youuuuu #gif warning #who gave me a blog warning #clearly my brain is full rot at this point #and you have more secrets yet to come 😈

[i-cant-sing]

have my first exam in a few hours... and im more worried about me having bloody niagra falls because guess who has the luck of starting their period on the day of their final- in a place where the bathroom resembles a dumpster that will give u atleast 2 infections if u were to use it...

yall pray that i pass my exams... and i dont pass out because my legs have started to hurt so bad that their actually just going numb to all sensations and dont even get me started on the bloating and cramps....

#imagine if my seat is on the 3rd fucking floor and i have to risk blood spills on my way up and down after the 4 HOUR EXAM #please let me have a seat on the floor near the exit #with no annoying kids who like to click their pens and tap their shoes because ill fucking slap someone today

[animentality]

i dropped a goodreads review on 7 deadly habits

feel free to receive the love and affection at your own convenience. :)

I saw it ;-;

I'm screaming into my pillow like a little overwhelmed child. Thank you so much, for buying the book and being kind enough to leave a beautiful review too.

Ahhhh.

You're too kind ;-;

:D

Everyone always loves Irvine.

That's because we need more nonbinary characters that are badass, scary, and very sexily not showing their faces.

Love my little traumatized chaotic good enby child.

I support their many crimes.

#irvine #7 deadly habits #writing #writers on tumblr #demons #fantasy #romance #spilled ink #oh but seriously #thank you thank you thank you #every review is like ambrosia to me #let me drink it #let me inject it into my heart like a shot of adrenaline #im so glad you enjoyed it #i hope it #pleases you #i hope you like book 2 which i am currently going on round 2 of revisions in

[sfsolstice]

S. F. Solstice, "Tomorrow's To-Do List"

text under the cut ↴

Tomorrow's to-do list:

Roll out of bed somewhat early; I love my bed, but I love a slow morning and coffee more, pretending to read Camus while the nosy bees and thirsty hummingbirds make their way around my hair, while a white butterfly distracts my wandering eye

Get dressed for a matinee showing; wash my face, style my hair, smear on that black honey lip gloss, and put on an outfit I think I could find in the parts of myself I didn't mean to bury the dead with—to become a puzzle, pieced in real-time

Leave the house for the theater, buy overpriced popcorn, and watch Dev Patel drive a knife, clenched between his perfect teeth, straight into a man's neck

Leave the theater dazed at the still-bright sky, and changed after seeing Dev Patel drive a knife, clenched between his absolutely perfect teeth, straight into a man's neck

Get another coffee, because I can't go on without one, and build a bouquet of flowers to bring home; because I owe it to myself to let in the things the universe has to offer—those little things, like songs, and smiles, and sunlight

Bake that blackberry, apple pie a kind stranger told me about; I bought two pints, and I want to know the pink in the pink apple pie, I want to give it a name younger me would have liked

Get ready for, and fall into, bed knowing that tomorrow, or tomorrow's tomorrow, will bring better days; I may never know what's to come rushing towards me next, what I may run, head-on, colliding with as I make my own way, but I have my heart, and with her, I can do anything (and everything)

#poetblr #poets on tumblr #poets of tumblr #female poets #poets corner #poets community #spilled poetry #spilled ink #original poem #poem #poetry #prose poetry #prose poem #sfsolstice #oof a longer one please forgive me #let's see which one of these i can check off tomorrow

[artbyeloquent]

GUESS WHAT BITCHES (AFFECTIONATE) WE'RE COOKING WITH GAS!!

Transcript under the cut. Original post/idea.

All bad stories begin with a summoning circle.

That’s what Ramira do Monte had scolded when she caught Vivian in the Directed Study section. 

She puckered her lips like she’d just had a sour draught of potion while her eyes tooled Vivian head to toe. They lingered at the dismal shape of her hair, the dirt beneath her fingernails, and the muck flaking off her boots. 

Finally, her gaze came back to the spellbook clutched in Viv’s ashen hands. Bronzen leather embossed its seams, its title scrawled in Old Xelan. a complex lock which possessed no keyhole clamped its pages shut. 

“Let me see your DS slip,” she puffed, hand extending vexedly. “No professor in their right mind would sign off such a tome to a baccalaureate.”

Viv shoved her fist deep into her robes and produced a crumpled scrap of parchment. Ramira brought it excessively close to her fleshy nose and stared at it long and hard. 

“Professor Lambright?” she said suspiciously. 

“I’m apprenticing his research,” Vivian said, careful not to reply too quickly. 

“I won’t be doing anything unsupervised, Ramira. I mean, c’mon, without a Tombkeeper’s License? Do you really think so lowly of the dear Professor?”

Ramira’s lips pressed so tight they might well fall off. Her folly was and always would be an utter faith in the hierarchy. She thrust the tattered Directed Study slip back into Vivian’s calloused hands.

“You know what they say,” she harrumphed before repeating the immortal words.

It was easy to dismiss at the time. However, keeping the warning out as she traced sigils in goat’s blood was another task altogether. 

She hadn’t lied. Well, not technically. Lambright had asked for the book. He had wanted Vivian to get more hours into her apprenticeship docket. And sure, he’d be pretty pissed if she knew she had followed their lesson by drugging his tea and taking the book for herself.

But what else was she to do? It had been an insane gambit to even convince him a baccalaureate was ready for this kind of training at all, let alone make him think this particular book was his idea. She couldn’t chicken out after all she’d been through.

#sapphic goddess of decay story #to name later rip me #vivian and sarcinia #would you be interested in seeing this updated on ao3? please let me know if so!! and if i should put together a taglist!! #spilled ink #writeblr #writers on tumblr #monster girls #sapphic romance #eldritch x mortal #goddess x mortal

[hersurvival]

Oh, second star to the right,

Please take me home into her arms

Where we can be children again,

Together,

Forever.

We could raise ourselves, each other,

Right this time.

I'll be your mother and you'll be mine,

I'll forage for dinner

And you can tell me when it's bed time.

I really think you would have loved me

If you knew me back then,

Back when I was still soft and happy.

If only you could have seen

How high I could jump from the swings

And I wouldn't mind if you laughed

At how I never learned to cartwheel

But always tried.

You'd have to fight me

For the rocks in my pockets each night,

And I'd have to fight you

To actually try and sleep, stop talking.

But we would be happy, I think.

Running around trying to peak on mermaids,

Fighting pirates, flying in the sky.

Never having to return home,

Bear any responsibility,

We would be just children, after all.

#take me to neverland #please? #writing #poets on tumblr #poem #flame #poetry #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled poem #spilled writing #original writing #I promise #I once was soft #not broken #I know you were too #let's go back in time #let's be little girls again #in love

[watermeloncholycucumbersome]

Random Thought.

Tumblr is the only place I feel comfortable saying these things and expressing feelings I have inside of me.

Nobody gets it, I just feel like I've hurt everyone's feelings when I tell them the truth. Even if I did they still wouldn't get it...

I just shut up and pretend I'm fine when I'm not, it's easier that way.

Everyone wants happy Jenni and positive Jenni.

I can't be that all the time, I'm not fake..

I'm thankful to God and Tumblr for allowing me to say these things and for others having understanding. Without these two staples in my life, I'd have nothing.

~Jenni

#thoughts #feelings #spilled heart #mental health #love #spilled thoughts #hold me #i need a hug #loss #spilled words #thinking out loud #i need this #please let me get what i want #quote #longing #lonely #need it #love quote #food for thought #wordporn #i have this #this is me #relatable

[cliowo]

Love me

Hate me

Villify me

Just don't

Leave me

#spilled thoughts #my words #literature #poetry #spilled poetry #i was made to be touched #please touch me #so that i know im real #this hunger is so huge and mortifying #this want never grows quiet #please don't leave me #please don't let me go #i know im the villian in this story #but villians are people too #i want i want i want- #and im sorry

[maddzroks]

there should be an app or extension that fucking filters out misogynistic content from your entire internet experience like idk how that would work but i would pay for it

#yes this is about tryign to watch 'all goals of womens world cup' and then seeing the worst comments imaginable #like can women play a sport ...please? #can we just....can we just fucking play a sport and like enjoy it and like just enjoy it and enjoy playing it for the love of god #i kno ur not supposed to read comments but what if i LIKE seeing ones that r like #'im jamaican and i cried watching them qualify' #LIKE I ENJOY...SEEING POSITIVITY ONLINE #im just sensitive yk i see i shitty lil comment n im like 'ugh the world is so devoid of joy' #like it will never not b insane to me tht people hate on womens sports after years and years and decades of zero support for womens sports #like the fuck why do u care to shit on it ?? if u dont think its good rewatch the mens cup and let us have SOME FUCKIGN FUN PLEASE????????? #soup spills