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not sure what this is saying and i wrote it

i toss and i turn with the pillow staying put, welcoming a new wave of anxiety with each movement 2:18 on the clock and the fan adds more momentum to my unattainable thoughts buried in the need to see, and learn the unknown yet, i lay on the surface as a parched rock in the middle of my favorite beach, reeking of the current simplicities of life though its surely a blessing in disguise which i might recall five years from now standing by, holding onto my innocence, waiting to believe in a miracle or see a comet pass by in the dark night sky

@macar0ni2

Mar 1, 2025

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loleits

ladies, the night is young, dark, and cold. outside, the fog is consuming the street, and the painted branches are peeling off the shadowy sky. inside, under the low lights, she is naked from the waist up, mascara flecking on her cheeks like frost on the window's glass, her necklace casting a dark, swaying morph on her collarbone. come further out this time. her voice is like cool silk on your goosebumps. you move to her through the black gulf. in the distance, there is saxophone reverberating on the surface of the water. the drums are closer, beneath you. you can feel them in the bottom of your feet. she calls to you from far off, lips and teeth grazing your neck: are you coming?

@selectmorsels

Sep 30, 2024

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Someday i’ll love ocean Vuong

Ocean, don’t be afraid.  The end of the road is so far ahead  it is already behind us.  Don’t worry. Your father is only your father  until one of you forgets. Like how the spine  won’t remember its wings  no matter how many times our knees  kiss the pavement. Ocean,  are you listening? The most beautiful part  of your body is wherever  your mother’s shadow falls.  Here’s the house with childhood  whittled down to a single red tripwire.  Don’t worry. Just call it horizon & you’ll never reach it.  Here’s today. Jump. I promise it’s not  a lifeboat. Here’s the man  whose arms are wide enough to gather  your leaving. & here the moment,  just after the lights go out, when you can still see  the faint torch between his legs.  How you use it again & again  to find your own hands.  You asked for a second chance  & are given a mouth to empty into.  Don’t be afraid, the gunfire  is only the sound of people  trying to live a little longer. Ocean. Ocean,  get up. The most beautiful part of your body  is where it’s headed. & remember,  loneliness is still time spent  with the world. Here’s  the room with everyone in it.  Your dead friends passing  through you like wind  through a wind chime. Here’s a desk  with the gimp leg & a brick  to make it last. Yes, here’s a room  so warm & blood-close,  I swear, you will wake—  & mistake these walls  for skin.

@mouse

Jul 1, 2024

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some recs

1. company lot by noel miller (kinda like doomscrolling through the tech world but in a funny way. would not play around your parents or coworkers lol) 2. tiny meat gang (used to be with two cohosts, but one is a creep so he's off and it's noel miller hosting interviews, news guy bits, etc. pretty versatile ever since cody ko left. the older episodes with cody are funny too, but i personally don't want to watch them anymore. also would not play around your parents or coworkers) 3. beersos (two hs best friends talk about unhinged shit every episode. also also would not play around anyone tbh) 4. welcome to nightvale (it's a radio show for a fictional town called nightvale. has some fire lines. is overall kooky and odd. often eerie) anyway, here's a screengrab from the first few seconds of the first episode of company lot

@selectmorsels

Oct 1, 2024

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in another world, i am good

i am good. i am good. i whisper it on the way home through the snow. i mumble it on the edge of the bed, pupils heavy in my hands. in another world, you love me and i am good. i am good. come back to me. mother who remembers you. i hold you when you sleep, mould my arms around you, leave no room for the cold. your skin is like wax paper. there are tears at the edges of your eyes. i am good. i am good. mother who loves you. you are good to me. i hold my eyes in my hands, and run them over the edges of your face. even without me, they recognize your temples. you are good to me. you come to me in the dark. gentle as ever, speak no words. there are tears in your eyes and bleeding in your hands and i love you, i love you, i love. come back to me. in my dream, you don't answer. you don't tell me what you've done.

@selectmorsels

Sep 30, 2024

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basement feeling: roughly

i cut out my eyes in the laundry room at night slit my bottom lip and rinse the blade under the tap can't tell the blood from water no point in crying carve into my pupil like a small, peeled plum i've been good about taking my meds this week you’re my oral fixation my irises to my lips and i kiss you goodbye salt burns the slit and i taste my own blood phantom tickles in my sockets when i run my teeth over the flesh suck on me i wish i could know you from the inside out and i buried my body in the fields near your house set my clothes on fire to mark the spot you can still see it when you take the overpass not dissimilar to your scorched earth policy should i call that a burn or is that too corny?

@selectmorsels

Sep 30, 2024