You Long So Deeply, As If It Alone Could Pull You, Yet Your Will Remains Untouched, Motionless. For Desire

Do you ever stumble upon a thing that moves something in your shell? Yeah, that's it

Perfect Butterfly 🦋

Wrote a poem and finally finished drawing it oit. Check the break for the poem:

Caterpillars gorge on food 'til they become a chrysalis

Destroying their own body inside to make a new one

Turning into a butterfly

A beautiful butterfly

Caterpillars are always hungry

Biting off more than they can chew

Take on so many things until you can't take it anymore

Hide away

Destroy what you hate about yourself

And come out anew

And then do it again

And again

And again

So when will this caterpillar

Become a beautiful perfect

Butterfly?

i write about the ocean like it is a lover

but the truth is it terrifies me. 

it can choose to still, to reflect

the sky and all its shimmering 

promises. it can rise, roar, and

swallow. 

~K.T.

some days, you’ll learn to be selfish, too

you’ll drink straight from the

jug. wipe your mouth with 

your forearm. you’ll dance 

past dizziness. let the nausea

carry you to bed. you’ll laugh

and laugh until your cheeks pinch. 

~K.T.

Umm, Hello!

If you somehow wound up on this one, please consider heading on to the sideblog, which is actually being updated:

@thehangedwords

I don't know, maybe I'll start doing something here in the future?

That is a very derpy Shakespeare... Silliam Derpspear if you will

Would you hang or would you sink?

Flutter like butterfly or moth?

Freeze over or return to ash?

Are you breathing only  

Because the world demands it?  

Do you move through life  

Just to check off the boxes?  

Dear one,  

Have you ever paused  

And not because you were told?  

Are you smiling only  

To hide what’s aching inside,  

Or do you laugh  

Because it genuinely sparks joy?  

Friend,  

Have you wandered outside  

And not just to run away?  

Have you truly lived  

For yourself?

Imitate

You run

And I follow

But the chasing I do

Has left me hollow

I know you do not exist

But you think you do

Looking for darkness

In broad daylight

Its alluring, alarming voice. Almost giving you no choice. Its breathtaking complexion. Adding you to its collection. Its taunting beauty and song. Which both bring you along. These factors, ending your fate. For they are purely used as bait. Beware of such creatures, sirens. They have hard intentions, like irons.

this isn't abandonment.

I will go I will not be gone I will be where you are

object constancy

trust yourself trust me trust