This time of year, my room smells of the forest
The basil and mint that grows there
Crammed into the bark of the trees
Further down there's dirt and other things.
The purple plants that the bees love
Whenever I slept I smelt the forest
Even when I hardly slept
Or maybe thats what sleep smells like
Basil and mint.
Maybe, too that's what it looks like --
Serene like the closely packed trees
Webbed with sweet smelling flowers
Glittering with morning dew
It was nice, to go down there,
Waiting for the sun to set
Cast its pale glow before bathing us
In shining darkness
As we looked up
Our eyes went as far as they could
Then the rest we imagined
If we missed a day, there was always the next
And if we missed a year it didn't matter,
The forest stayed firmly put
Waiting
The basil and mint grew and died and grew again
The sun kept setting
The bees kept coming back
The purple plants kept flowering
The street lamp flicks off at dawn
Turns on, that's twilight.
No one looks up.
Pushing ahead.
The smell of the past is everywhere
Basil and mint lingers on clothes
The smell of too long waiting
Between them, the trees and the sky
Filled the view, but still, we imagined.
Whatever was left was ours for a while
But soon the moon will send the seas
And where we live will flood
Coiling around the forest floor
Paying the sky the compliment of reflection
I went back but didn't stay
Everything I remembered was gone
Dissapeared
Into a place that doesn't exist
The one we dreamed about
Beyond the forest.
I had to see if the sun still shone
Rose tinted hues
If the leaves still glistened
With the mirage of dew
The forest is achingly terrible
After years of waiting
It tells the truth
Green in spring
And white in winter.
i was asked if i was a boy or a girl the other day !! The kids sister was mortified she was like "*name* you cant say that!" meanwhile me and my cousin who i was with were laughing our asses off
me because my friends think im hurting myself again but its genuinely just cat scratches this time but ive used that as an excuse too many times
im a walking talking stereotype im afraid
oh look. another trans boy named alex on tumblr. join the club dude.
alright buddy
how does it feel to also show up on those basic trans guy name lists?
i love my mutuals because we never talk but we still… like… follow each other……….. and i admire that we stick together even tho there is no communication in the slightest………u kno what i mean… hello…
Things I wish robots could do for me:
Order at restaurants
Clean toilets
Turn off the lights while I’m in bed
Make sure my blankets never fall off the bed
Make me toast
Things I don’t want robots to do:
Think for me
Replace human thought and logic
*shaking six year old me by the shoulders* YOU WERE RIGHT! YOU WERE RIGHT ABOUT SHARING IS CARING AND FAIRNESS AND TREATING OTHERS HOW YOU WANT TO BE TREATED AND BEING NICE TO PEOPLE AND LETTING THE LITTLE THINGS GO AND ASSUMING EVERYONE IS GOOD. YOU WERE RIGHT. THE ADULTS WERE WRONG. IM SORRY THEY TOOK THAT AWAY FROM YOU. KEEP BELIEVING IN SANTA AND THE FAIRIES IN THE TREE IN THE GARDEN. IM SORRY THEY EVER CONVINCED YOU TO FEEL SHAME. NOTHING IS EVER "JUST THE WAY IT IS". YOU ARE PRESENT IN THIS WORLD. YOU WERE RIGHT.
killing myself, the mortifying ordeal of being known is too much for me
Sigma men (13 year old andrew tate fans) when a crazy raging woke feminist (their mum) disrespects their traditional masculine values (takes away their xbox)
I actually dont care what my teachers think of me (i cried after parents evening)
waot until you hear guns and ships which is literally him rapping (although in "my shot" he struggles to say anarchy) about how he cheated with getting supplies like guns and ships from the french,, king George is now angry cs hes fighting with france and Spain tehehe special interests are so goofy
Lafayette is like me, the Süppliêrəãux or whatever which is supplier but french. If ykyk (looking at you @leftoverspacedust)
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