Louise: "congratulations, Honey, On The Final Race, Welcome Home To Me And The Girls" 😭

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I thought I was going to forget about him, but somehow he always comes to my mind. Specifically today. I’ve thought of him, so many times, that I’m really close to jumping out of the window.

Weirdly, we had a favourite song in common. Guess what song? “i was all over her” by salvia palth.

Ridiculous innit? Very much so.

Listen, he was a tremendously basic guy who loved fucking around and doing drugs. I’ve got nothing against it, but like when you do smth don’t brag about it. On god y’all, when he’d start bragging about the spliffs or blunts he’d do every hour, I would fall in a mental crisis. Bro was an attention seeker. And did I give him attention?

Nope.

Now, let’s leave all the poetic stuff. I’m already pissed the freak off. Guys think that girls are attracted to them doing drugs or smoking stuff or drinking bs or i don’t even know man, doing stupid shit. When in reality motherfucker, I personally think you all are toxic as fuck.

Listen, if I do blunts, I do them and I don’t say shit to anyone. Cause I’m doing it bc I want to do it. Like, first of all, I’m doing them in secret. How the fuck does it even come to mind to tell somebody else what you just did? Do you get me? As in, bruv you do drugs? Perfect, cool, good for ya. Whaddaya want me to say to ya? “Oh darling you’re so amazing! You’re giving a great example to all your friends, and you’re being really healthy to me. Truly spectacular! Your talent of doing drugs will help you achieve your goals in life! Go on like this!” or do ya want me to say “Oh daddy! You are so hot! Please give me the blunt so I can take a hit too while you’re pounding me in the ass!!!!”

Like ew. Ew man. Ew boy.

I just hate how we are totally focusing our attention to unnecessary stuff instead of fighting for what is really worth fighting for. There are important things to focus on. Like where we live in, the people we live with, what we do etc. Why can’t we focus on improving our body language and our behaviour towards other people? For example, trying to stop the trend of embracing overrated “emotions” like anxiety, for starters.

The four main emotions are “mad, glad, sad and scary”. All the other “emotions” are a mix of two of these main emotions.

What does that mean? It SHOWS us that we need to focus more on these four emotions. Because, how are we going to improve our performance in “feeling better” or “fixing ourselves” without first of all acknowledging these four main emotions?

We all go to the therapist and psychiatrist or psychologist for help. To try and “understand” what’s our problem. What are our problems? Do we have an issue? Oh! My therapist diagnosed me with social anxiety!

Now is it really fair to you to behave this way with your listeners or readers or idk watchers? Because we are all making psychological serious issues or problems into fucking normal ones. As in, people are romanticising problems. Instead of embracing them and finding a solution to it, we jump into ADVERTISING OUR PROBLEMS TO THE WORLD. (bc it’s super fun!!!!!!) (it’s all sarcastic btw)

This is all too funny to me.

We are all fucking puppets. And egoistical fucking monsters. There are real people that have gone through terrible trauma and they aren’t SPONSORING their life and problems bc they seek for attention and fame. There are people that, for this tiny opportunity that all the other egoistical worms have selfishly used, they would have left behind their own lives.

We always say how “life is unfair” or “life is such a bitch” but nah uh baby. You are such a bitch. You are unfair. Because YOU are making this society really unhealthy to the other people. We are destroying our lives. We are destroying our community. We are destroying our world. We are destroying our race. And we our destroying ourselves.

Aren’t we unfair?

Aren’t we such bitches?

This all thing doesn’t mean any harm. It’s all a thought provoking essay. Just a reflecting tiny writing. Creative let’s say.

Danke.

Loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere. In bars, in cars... sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There's no escape. I'm God's lonely man.

Taxi Driver (1976) dir. Martin Scorsese

Angel

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Enhanced Omega Reader x Alpha Bucky Barnes

Summary: It's different when you're enhanced. Everything is different, every smell, every sound, touch, feelings. The way it's different doesn't make sense unless you are enhanced. Throw in what comes with Alpha and Omega instincts, and the intensity of your presentation is even more than any other. When you find yourself in need of help you can call on the alpha you trust the most, Natasha Romanoff. You just don't expect to find your alphas at the same time. Are you really enough for them? And can you really be the Luna to the Avengers.

"To be loved, to be loved by your mate is everything." - Wanda Maximoff

Warnings will be per chapter

Sneak peek

Part 1

THE LOVE WITCH (2016) dir. Anna Biller

Zodiac incense sticks.

I feel unsteady, like my mind.

Rosé wine is sweet with such a pretty color. Every night there's a glass of it on the table accompanying me while I'm taking a bath. I've definitely got everything I need at night. Jeff Buckley's voice soothes me deeply, helping me to relax my body in the warm water. As a matter of fact, when I'm at this time of the day I don't think of anything at all, really. So even now I close my eyes and start dreaming.

My baby boy has come to me, opening up to me and confessing every single problem he has to me.

I'm waiting for him with my arms wide open. He lays his head on my breast and starts silently whimpering.

I just love it when he cries in my arms. I love it when he is vulnerable in front of my eyes, in my presence. Because, it's me he seeks help from. And I am always here to give it to him. What can a woman do when her man comes back home destryoed from the army?

I don't cook for him. In truth, I don't even know how to properly cook. That's a long story for another day.

Without him having gotten in our neighborhood, I just feel his presence. I immediately get out of the hosue and wait for him at my frontyard. I look at his car from afar. I listen to the sound of his car and just that brings shivers to the back of my neck. He sees me waiting for him and impatiently speeds up his pace.

Oh, how much he has changed.

He stops his car in front of me and rapidly gets out of the car. He comes up to me and looks down at me. I study his face and his body. I inhale his musty, masculine perfume. What a bliss that brings into my belly. I instantly got the heebie jeebies.

Looking up at him I notice that he's got tears in his eyes. All my nervousness disappears and I wrap my hands around his body.

I could never get tried of his affection. Or of his beautiful voice. Or of his body. Of anything really.

This is never over.

Thank you for reading this. I'm really grateful of my inspiration that always comes from Jeff Buckley, Jim Morrison, Nirvana or Aerosmith. It is really hard to write sometimes because I've had too many ideas lately and I didn't really have the guts to organze them. But, I tried nonetheless.

hope you enjoyed this!!!!

K.M.

👁👄👁

Source

Hawaii.

While listening to “wayamaya” by lana del rey (lizzy grant) made me feel all good about summer. Here in my hometown is hot as fuck. And I’m dying from the heat; summer is hot and floral. Not floral as in “full of flowers” but the atmosphere of it. Like, singing country songs while running through the fields full of green and flowers, with the sun shining and hitting on my head; but I put a hat over my head and a pair of sunglasses, happy with what I have. My mother has brought me up this way: free and young. She says that we can be 80years old and still feel young and free. In fact, she had taught me to keep living through everything, either hard or easy. She has taught me to be easygoing, thoughtless and free; the most important part is to live the carpe diem or nocte diem. So, to live the present day; the “me” of today. Is it possible to be you when you want to be you? Yes.

So can I be free and easygoing, today? Of course.

The point is: be happy with what you have. You have little money, no worries. Live the little things you have around you. It’s not hard you know? I am writing this while being me. It’s summer and it’s hot as hell, but I keep on running through these fields of words; unknown words. Like me.

I might know who I am and how I am, but you don’t. Am I running now through your mind?

Oh yes I am.

I might be crazy but what I say is true.

Us, poets, have the right to control readers’ thoughts. We have a unique talent; dancing to elvis presley’s harmonies and putting words in a sheet paper. We are all set to follow the command of our creativity, which allows us to put words together and to bring the imagination of something impossible into your eyes.

And that’s why we are poets. We are big wave surfers living in the Wayamaya bay.