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Any pronouns - Listen to half alive and The Happy Fits! - 🦋🪲🪶🌳☘️ - Have a lovely day :) - 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
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Unfinished_finch
Any pronouns - Listen to half alive and The Happy Fits! - 🦋🪲🪶🌳☘️ - Have a lovely day :) - 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
Any pronouns - Listen to half alive and The Happy Fits! - 🦋🪲🪶🌳☘️ - Have a lovely day :) - 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
Any pronouns - Listen to half alive and The Happy Fits! - 🦋🪲🪶🌳☘️ - Have a lovely day :) - 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
Life is nothing. Less, even. Life is a negative number. Life is the space where nonexistence falters. But all things pass. Life is a grain of sand in the eye of the world. An irritant. A disruption that will not meaningfully last.
And so, at my core, I am a guide. I have been mandated to return you to the beginning, not of life, but of nothing. The universe has chosen lifelessness, yet you seek t...
“I just didn’t see how it would matter to you!”
Jesse saw the other boy go still. When he spoke, his voice was dangerously soft.
“I thought you were dead.
“Yeah,” Jesse challenged, “and?”
His friend twisted one hand into his already disheveled black curls, slashing the other wildly through the air.
“I thought I would never see you again! In what universe w...
It’s funny how we like to say
“I was rooted to the spot”
Because though our feet are still, our minds are racing
Weaving
Stitching
And it makes sense that we say “I’m rooting for you”
To demonstrate the solid presence of our support
Keeping each other steady and stable
Anchoring ourselves to the things we need
And it makes sense we like to get “to the root of the problem”
Because nothing true can...
It sounds like the feeling of paper crinkling in your hands
It makes your lungs feel full, as if you’ve just taken a deep breath
It makes your knees feel shaky, like you’re addressing a large audience
It makes you feel like a dust mote in the shining eye of the universe
And yet, so big that you could flatten forests with a flick of your hand
It feels like old bones scraping together
And new tears ...