Iiiiiii want a moment to be real,
wanna touch things i don't feel,
wanna hold on
and feeeeeel i belong.
How can the world want me to change?
They're the ones that stay the same.
They can't see me
but I'm still here.
This story sounds familiar hmmMMmM🤔
i go to the shop and I ask if they have any raspberries. they say no, they used to sell raspberries, but they haven't had any in stock in the last 15 years. I ask if there's somewhere else I can go to buy raspberries. They say no, with confidence and pride, they're the only shop around who has ever sold or will ever sell raspberries. Other shops might sell other fruit, sure, but they have a monopoly on all raspberries forever. I ask if they're possibly planning on them selling them again in future? they say they can't tell me that.
on the way home, I encounter someone eating raspberries. I ask and they tell me that they grow their own, they got some seeds from the shop back in The Raspberry Days and kept them. They take me to a field of many beautiful raspberry plants and invite me to pick my own, they're free for all the town to pick whenever they'd like.
someone comes up behind us. It's the shop manager, President of Nintendo Shuntaro Furukawa. he hatefully throws a bob-omb that blows up and kills both of us instantly for stealing 200 trillion dollars worth of potential Raspberry Shop That Doesn't Do Raspberries Anymore profits that they weren't making and then he turns around to the camera with a big thumbs up and says don't do piracy or something ok please
The problem is, when I try to write spicy scenes in my stories I start to get shy for the characters.
*tries to type while looking away*
As the stars fall from the sky I catch them in a wicker basket to weave into your hair and make you shine Polished, perfect, like diamond prisms catching a lazy sunbeam Rainbows refraction Beautiful in every way Who needs the sun? I've got you to warm up my life
I have made no sin in loving. I have made no sin in caring for the wellbeing of others. For believing in a better future. For hoping and striving to do better, even if no one else cares. Even if everyone else is doing the wrong thing, it doesn't make it right.
I have decided to reject the coldness of the world no matter what.
And if i die from loving, I would have died at the hands of something beautiful.
Goodbye Isha, we carry you with us.
If my ribs crack from the pain, nature will grow me back.
"What's on your mind?"
Me: WAs I eVeR dAnCing wiTh aN AndrOid nAmed LUpé???
You are here to be beautiful 💗
(And strange😈)
18+ bi. Poetry, rambles, and descending into madness
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