Dead-poet-neil - Wh0re4u

jealousy churns in my stomach

replacing the burning acid

It's threatening to come out

in word vomit that I know

I will regret

so I keep it down

letting my throat burn, just a tinge

but never will it come out

because jealously

no, envy

is my cardinal sin

my cross I must carry

over the mountains of growth

and I am sorry, God,

but it would be easier

to vomit the acid of jeaously

and let it dissolve the heavy wood

but, again, I won't.

With sweaty palms and aching feet,

I will overcome the envy.

-neptune, 4/4/25, 8pm

Sonra bir bakmışsın zaman geçmiş, çok şey bitip gitmiş. Çabaladığın her şeyin enkazında kalmışsın...

i love how whenever something gets popular the underground tormented avant garde bloggers start becoming self conscious of liking it/finding it funny, and it eventually evolves into aggression towards it. doesnt matter what it is. unrelated but i saw someone call isopods cringe today

i love you

and only you

does anyone else feel music so deeply in their soul that half their life revolves around it and it’s the only thing that can truly save you in your darkest moments?

or am i just weird

As an alternative to 'sugar, spice, and everything nice'

I present: 'salt, vinegar, and everything sinister'

when she says she doesn’t send nudes

When someone asks the dead poets what they get up to in the cave: