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[potatopotahtosstuff]

A Self-Portrait in Letters, Anne Sexton

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[shyam-kariya]

Are you Rasmalai? Bcz I want to spend

Ras of ma lai-fe with you♡

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[bittersweetsoxxx]

I learned a very long time ago,

Life has many truths.

Not all of these truths are sweet.

Some are quite bitter,

People will die.

People will leave.

They will lie, cheat, and hurt you.

But not all truths are bitter either,

You will love,

You will be inspired,

And just as the stars do,

You will shine

Even in the darkest of places

Even when no one is watching.

I promise you this,

No matter how dark things seem

You are still shining.

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[mushroommanchanterelle]

I've got bad brain rot for my silly little chef gameshow campaign, so I wrote a short story about it. It's too fast paced, and not very good, but I wrote it within the first hour of me waking up before I ate or took my medicine in a feverish blur, so what can you expect from me?

The Warden Games

Saffron Bechamel. With a name like that, cooking was almost a certain destiny for the young human woman. Few people knew that it was simply a stage name, modeled after ancient human history. They had a mythical figure that tickled her fancy, a goddess of cake and confection simply named Betty Crocker. Saffron, with her wild, fiery personality and hair to match, took the cooking world by storm when she first entered into the Warden Games. Little was expected of her when the contestants lined up for their first challenge. She was a small girl, with a frail frame, stuck in a wheelchair that looked like it was held together by duct tape and dreams. Her hair dragged on the ground beneath her, red locks dyed a yellow-blonde at the tips. In her violet eyes, there burned a passion to win and become the next champion of the Warden Games, to prove to the world that it wasn’t just an experience for able-bodied people, that anyone could compete if they had enough nerve. There were cameras everywhere at the first challenge, trained so that not a single second of footage would be missed. 

Everyone was placed into teams to procure one of the three golden whisks found within the labyrinthian dungeon created and cultivated for prime time television. People from across the galaxy sat at their couches to watch chefs duke it out over a silly piece of metal. Not everyone made it out alive. Some of Saffron’s teammates sure didn’t. She herself was nearly choked to death by kitchen twine. A rival chef snuck up behind her in a room flooded with smoke and burning foods. It was in this moment that she was grateful for the rocket thrusters that were haphazardly slapped onto her chair to assist with the hazardous terrain that frequented game shows such as this. The chef didn’t stand a chance, burnt to a crisp, adding to the scent of acrid smoke and burnt meat in the room. There were only three members of her team left alive, a far cry from the six she started out with, when they finally found their golden whisk, and she was left a solo act by the time she returned the whisk to the announcer. The savvy chef caught a glimpse of one of the screens, watching the viewer count grow higher and higher.

They watched on as she climbed mountains, 

using her prehensile locks as anchors while the thrusters on her wheelchair kicked into overdrive. They watched on as Saffron Bechamel fought dragons, monsters, and foes looking to wipe out competition. The viewers incredulously watched as Saffron procured strange, exotic ingredients, making the bold play to enact a difficult recipe that required days of preparation, going to foreign planets and pilfering precious resources, killing strange beasts, traversing strange landscapes for but a lick of pollen on her spoon.

And on the final day of the challenge, the viewers watched as Bechamel cooked her heart out for them on stage, pitted against a full team of six. Strands of hair wrapped around pot handles and spatulas, whipping up a frenzy. The delicious vapors rising from her station formed a goliath entity of succulent meats and vegetables on the stage beside her. The more fervently she cooked, the stronger the creature grew. However, her competition had numbers. They, too, were forming their own golem of groceries, and looked to traverse the space between their respective kitchens to sabotage poor Saffron, cooking all on her lonesome. Her twintails prevent a dagger to the neck, her bare hands wield a hot pan to prevent a meat tenderizer bashing her face in. Sweat coats her exposed skin as she struggles desperately to both continue her dish and defend her very life from her assailants. She spins her wheelchair around to face them. A small tug on the non-stick mat, a tumble, a push into the oven. One competitor down, and extra protein for the golem desperately wrestling a nightmare of its own. Another competitor charges at Saffron, only to be met with a splash of boiling hot water as she drains her noodles, the figure collapsing on the ground. Her golem delivers a solid blow. Black smoke pours from her opponent’s kitchen, nearly engulfing them in a shroud of inky blackness as their dish begins to burn and shrivel. One more good hit, and their golem would be done for. The fruit making the bulk of its body was bruised and battered. Just one more minute, and she would have the competition. The live audience, captivated, cheers her on, only to be drowned out by the towering overhead fans keeping the heat of the kitchen from disintegrating her frail, human body. She was slow moving, her wheelchair making it difficult to pivot, but Saffron made up for it by instead focusing on one stove. She was just one person, after all. She didn’t need the full kitchen space. One more ingredient, she thinks. Her hair wraps around bottles of sauces and purees as she starts plating her dish.

As she garnishes, her golem throws a decisive punch, and a loud thud reverberates through the stadium. Wailing sounds from within the void of black smoke beside her, and the crowd goes wild. She did it. Her whole life culminated in this one instant. Saffron Bechamel had won the most difficult, brutal challenge in the entire chef world, and all on her own at that.

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[mysterieuxclairdelune]

She's a ten but... she wishes she never existed.

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[tragicallover]

and when you rise to the heavens

and I stay here on the ground

I promise I'll never love another

the way I love you now

#love poem #hopelessly in love #love #why am i writing this #i'm not in love #poetry? #original poem #word spill #random thoughts

[fluoxetinegreen444]

Yk what is so hunger games?

Literally everyone despised Rachel Zegler, calling her an ungrateful bitch. People said all kinds of things about her based on the small snippets of her they had seen, they condemned her publicly. BUT as soon as more of her came to light and her public image (which was based off some ten second clips) changed. Suddenly everyone loved her and she's such a girlboss. Like does that not scream capitol to you? Americans ar like appaled "maybe the capitol is us", what do you mean maybe you are a prime example. Ppl condemn the actions of the book characters but follow their suit on a daily basis. How do you think you're the good guy when you purchase clothes made by enslaved children?

People are saying that the capitol is supposed to represent our future but it's always been like this. It's not an exaggeration of today's society, it is today's society. They shows certain glimpses of the world in the book and movies, but we'd look equally bad if there was a movie about us. It's honestly so fascinating to see what we can get away with under the guise of capitalism.

#the hunger games #random vent lmao #dont mind it #word spill

[unseenlament]

tonight we talked. it was just you and me and another friend. we talked about our types and what we like and who we like.

(before you i never shared these things. i still don't, or at least not all of it. i don't know if i ever will share all of it. i'm afraid i wouldn't know how to hide it again.)

i realized how contrary you are for me. where i like people with edge, all you have is softness. where i like strength you have vulnerability. where i once wanted to be comforted, now i see i wanted to comfort all along.

and i realized how stupid it was- to chalk my entire database of attraction up to the people i just happen to like from a distance. because now i had someone right in front of me and he just so happened to defy all i thought i wanted.

you came in with your little smile and strange wardrobe and big dorky glasses and flipped everything on its head.

because it wasn't supposed to be you.

and it was supposed to be so much easier.

and we were just supposed to be friends, nothing else.

i suppose to you we still are.

#ramblings #word dump #word spill #unrequited feelings #friends to lovers #maybe? #idk #i hate having feelings #lol

[athazagaraphobic]

I'm here

Featuring: Hongjoong

Genre: Angst

A/N; I have very frequent nightmares and nobody to coax me back to sleep whenever I wake up from them so this random burst of a word spill is inspired by myself huhu. May the people who read this find peace before going to sleep. ((Also please forgive any grammatical errors lol it's a word spill after all))

She had seen their faces, so grim and cold towards her as they walked to her with mute accusations just falling from their lips. She couldn’t hear them, but she knew that they would bitch about her to her face. It's only safe to assume.

The smiles on their faces were crooked as they swarmed her; the scary thing about them was they were all people she'd known at some point in her life. People who had once played a significant role in her life. What had they wanted with her this time?

"No!" She screamed, breaking into a run when one of them came to her and grabbed her arms.

"You owe us!" The person hissed and she screamed again.

"Please!" She shouted to them. "Please, let me go!"

"Y/n!" Another screamed.

And for a whole minute that was all she could hear.

"Y/n!"

"Y/n!"

"Come back, y/n!"

"Y/n!"

"Y/n!"

…

Her eyes shoot open in alarm as she feels her figure being engulfed by a warmth she deems familiar. Her arms that had fallen limp before struggle to wrap around the figure that’s hugging her, but the figure starts speaking.

"Hey, hey." His voice is shaky, she almost recognises the sob that he holds back. "You’re okay, love. I'm here."

She lets out a shaky breath. "Hongjoong?"

"Yes, yes, it's me." He continues the soothing brushes along her spine as he says this. "Focus on me. I'm right here."

"I'm okay?" Her voice comes out unsteady and doubting, so he pulls back and lets her head rest against his clothed chest instead, brushing his thumb against her shoulder. She can hear his own heartbeat quickening and she figures he must've cried at some point when he was waking her up from the way he's sniffing.

"You're okay, love." He whispers. "I'm here."

"I'm okay," she confirms, feeling her heartbeat steadying. "Thank you."

She watches Hongjoong pull her head from his chest and looks down into her eyes with the softest gaze she’s ever seen, and she immediately remembers this is why she's reminded of the feeling of safety with Hongjoong.

"Thank you, Hongjoong."

"You’re welcome," his laughter doesn’t reach his eyes. "You said it twice. I just came by to check on you."

That’s when she notices his shirt and jacket still intact and the smell of air-conditioner mixed faintly with the smell of his cologne still wafting in the air around him, indicating that he was working. His eyes are still shining, a soft exhale leaving his lips before he leaves a lingering kiss on her forehead.

"I heard you screaming." It sounds pathetic, coming from him, when he smiles awkwardly. "What was it about this time?"

The question leaves a bitter aftertaste on his tongue and she knows, but she hesitates on her reply and she also knows that he notices it. "Come on, love," Hongjoong threads his fingers through her hair as she leans into his chest again. "I know about them, you know. It’s alright to tell."

The silence is loud and ringing in her ears, but he does it like he has time; pulling her impossibly closer to his body as he adjusts his position on the bed, leaning against the headframe of the bed and pulling the covers of their bodies. Blinking away tears, she quietly focuses on the sounds he makes, taking note of his relief when his initially erratic heartbeat finally calms down.

"It’s so hard with nightmares," she says.

Hongjoong’s quiet humming sounds loud in their bedroom, the fingers in her hair slowing down their pace. She also notices that he's looking at her when she dares to sneak a peek of him. There’s a fondness evident in his eyes as he kisses along the tiny fringes of her hair. "Yeah?" He hums again. "Tell me about it."

"It’s a long story, Joong," she sighs, going back to focusing on the sound of his heartbeat; that sound alone is able to coax her back into a state of drowsiness. "Can you stay for a bit, though? At least until I get back to sleep?"

"I'll stay with you for tonight, darling," he smiles, kissing her forehead again. "Go back to sleep, I'll make sure you'll have no nightmares for tonight." She stares at him and wonders how she gets to be lucky to have someone who loves her as much as him. She hadn't had much of that a few years ago.

"Thank you, Hongjoong."

He kisses her eyelids when her eyes slowly flutter shut. "Go back to sleep, love," is all he says as he fondly watches her slowly being pulled back to sleep.

When she finally, finally lets out silent snores and her breaths are once again even in her sleep, Hongjoong kisses her nose.

"Goodnight, love." He whispers. "I love you."

And if he listens carefully enough, he could've heard the "I love you" he gets in reply.

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[hazyweeks]

you don't understand, i don't need you to talk to me,,, i just want to sit by your side and read a book while you play your guitar. i want to hold your hand on the porch swing. i want to lie in the grass and laugh together while that same stray cat comes back to beg us for attention. i just want to be next to you, i don't need us to speak.

#word spill #love #quality time #soft love #peace and quiet #in love #writers and poets

[kenzieisaway]

i can't be upset your being gone is entirely and undoubtedly my fault i drove you away like the sound of a snapped stick scaring away deer but even with knowing this i can't help but hurt i really did love you. and sometimes i think i still do.

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[potatopotahtosstuff]

Masks make us feel safer even when they become suffocating. Armor makes us feel stronger even when we grow weary from dragging the extra weight around. The irony is that when we're standing across from someone who is hidden or shielded by masks and armor, we feel frustrated and disconnected. That's the paradox here: Vulnerability is the last thing I want you to see in me, but the first thing I look for in you.

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[shyam-kariya]

"be safe".

"did you eat?"

"text me when you're home".

"be careful".

"do you have enough money?"

"do you want me to accompany you?"

"are you sure you are okay?"

"if you need me im here".

so little efforts yet so important. it shows how much someone cares about you.

I want such kind of relationship.

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[bittersweetsoxxx]

I have been running for a very long time.

My entire life if we’re honest,

It was the only way I could truly survive.

Never settle in anywhere.

Don’t get too comfortable.

Everything is temporary.

When it inevitably comes time for another end,

Pack up and keep running.

But for the first time in my life

I do not feel like running away,

I do not feel like I have been running away

I lay here,

In your arms

As the sunlight dances with the colors in your eyes.

Suddenly I understand all of it.

I was never running away.

I was running towards something.

I was running towards this moment.

You are everything I could have ever asked for.

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[coldbreathwarmheart]

bless me, God, for i have sinned- and yet, the words ring hollow in my ears and stick stubbornly to my throat, till, convulsively, i swallow and silence them again. your faith, oh God, taught me denial. i learned to love my neighbor and despise myself. like a martyr, i burned upon a metaphorical stake, and obediently begged no solace from the pain. your love, oh God, pricked and stung my skin like acid rain. the nights i knelt and wore my heart to pieces in the same old prayer, begging to feel even a whisper of your presence there, while my parents, meant to love me most, chose you over me, deliberately, constantly, even as i faded, became a ghost. i was berated, so simply, to choose you- as if my past had left me any other choice, even with no words left, for you, oh God, i tried to find my voice. too timid to demand your help, too tired to catch my breath, i tried to release my tenacious clutch on life; i prayed for peace at the hour of my death.

#catholic guilt #i cried in a church today #poetry #word spill

[mysterieuxclairdelune]

Its the day of Eid-ul-azha and its slowly raining outside and your house is super clean from the cleaning done on Chaand-Raat and all the family ladies are all dolled up and all the boys are slaying in their Kurtas and all your family members are done with the day's Mission and everyone is gathered in the hall eating Kebabs and Samosa and drinking Sheer-Khurma while your grandfather is telling random childhood adventures of your parents and everybody is talking about random things and you're just there smiling and thinking like...Yes!!! These are the days I live for🥺❤️