ocean vuong, "someday i'll love" / sam fender, "seventeen going under" / the front bottoms, "father" / satanay, tumblr / clementine von radics / agustín gómez-arcos, "the carnivorous lamb" / ?
Tara thought she had kicked her habit of being easy to blush somewhere along the line of surviving the dead walking and trying to tear her throat out. But apparently not, because her face was warm as she hastily tugged Noah away, “We don’t even know that she likes girls, I mean she and Abraham are, you know, them.”
They were far enough away that she didn’t have to worry about Rosita overhearing them, so she didn’t tackle Noah as he scoffed, “Please, she’s totally been staring at you, and Sasha, and maybe Maggie but I’m not totally sure about that one.”
Tara fought the urge to snap back around and stare at Rosita as if she’d see a flashing bisexual flag above her head, or just a rainbow, rainbows were very nice. But she did not, because she was a survivor, because the world was ending and she was so much more mature than that. “You’re an idiot, Noah.”
Hehehe what if the world has always been ending and by that I mean mortality constantly looms over our shoulders and what if it wasn’t actually the end it just gave life meaning?? Hehe what if
“Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed.”
i love Spotify playlists with everything I have
addy would breathe in and out and it wouldn't hurt ..
"B-but Palestinians can get their freedom with peace not violence 🥺🥺" no. Screw your feelings. The armed resistance against colonizers and murderers is what will give Palestinians their freedom and what will eventually achieve real peace.
An enemy that bombs and uses white phosphorus against civilians doesn't know nor practice what your broken moral compass describes as "peace". Freedom was proven throughout history not to be achieved through kneeling and asking the oppressor to kindly stop. Freedom needs to be taken by force. Your little Utopian way of thinking doesn't work in the real world. Your feelings don't matter because you're not the one living under occupation. Your feelings don't matter because you're not one of the thousands of children who lost their limbs. You're not one of the children who became orphans due to this genocide. You're not the mother who lost her child to the carpet bombing. You're not the father carrying the remains of your child in plastic bags. You're not the newlywed woman who lost her husband. You're not the one at risk of either getting killed any second or losing your loved ones in the blink of an eye!
"Peace" is not really a thing you see during a live ethnic cleansing!
on tragedy, fate, and inevitability.
oresteia, robert icke // theatre of the oppressed, augusto boal // song of achilles, madeline miller // the book thief, markus zusak // antigone, jean anouilh // revisiting mockingjay ahead of the hunger games prequel, entertainment weekly // romeo and juliet, shakespeare // h of h playbook, anne carson // war of the foxes, richard siken // the road to hell (reprise), hadestown // planet of love, richard siken // they both die at the end, adam silvera
@aimseytv
My Aimsey and Guqqie art that I started a while ago, forgot about and finished! Fitting for pride month 🏳️🌈 (also don’t look too closely at the eyes, I suck at drawing them)
Please stick to ONE TASK, brain!!
🧠: No. :)
Born in the shadow
Of 9/11
Birth certificates
Make a spectacle
Of how gullible we are
.
The news channel
Like a lullaby
Our parents watch
Not wanting to wake us
We go to sleep knowing
That the monsters
Were never under our bed
.
And despite what we go through
Despite how many horrors
We are witness to
A gag is on our mouth
Told we are
Too young
Too stupid
Too naive
And we are
.
I am
Too young
To be scared of going to school
And watching the life pour out of my friends
Because skin isn’t impenetrable like titanium
Ricocheting bullets embed themselves in soft skin
And now I’ll never be able to say
“I’m sorry” for that dumb fight during lunch
Bulletproof backpacks
Were never in the school wish list
Look around the class
Who are you willing to die for?
Are you strong enough to comfort their mom?
She’ll be crying on your shoulder
As you tell stories
How everybody copied off their homework
Because they were the smartest
Or how they never failed to make the class burst in laughter
Explaining the inside jokes that died with them
In a pool of their own blood
Right by your desk
.
I am
Too young
To find my friend’s body
Slumped over
On the bathroom floor
Candy coloured pills stuffed down their throats
Dothiepin, Amitriptyline and Imipramine
Or maybe crimson blood pouring down their wrists
Because we never questioned
If they were hot with a sweater during summer
Too late to help battle whatever demons they were facing
Too late to be the knight in shining armour they needed
And a note lays in their hand
Apologizing for what they did
When you know the person that should’ve apologized
Was you
Because maybe
If you had listened more
If you had asked the right questions
If you had done this or that
It doesn’t matter
Cause when suicide
Is the 2nd leading cause
Of death in youth
What’s the point
Trying to be the superhero with the red cape
When you might be the one at the noose?
.
I am
Too young
To see familiar faces on the news
Afraid to see my friends body
Drape over a white sheet
As if that covers up the horrors
“Don’t shoot!”
Shouldn’t be
Someone’s last words
He looked older in the dark
He only fired in self-defense
Blue lives or black lives?
Which ones matter most?
You might call me obnoxious
Because i don’t submit to your ideals
But let me ask you this
When did people go to an academy
For their skin?
When were people given uniforms
For their skin?
When were people given guns
For their skin?
They just wanted to go home
To their families
That’s what we all want
But only one of us will go home
The other laying on the concrete
Covered in a white sheet
Like cheap Halloween decoration
The blood seeping through
Scratchy white fabric
.
I am
Too young
To be sent out of class
Because my skirt was too short
“The boys will be distracted”
They said
But I look around the room
They’re doing their work
They’re focused
So why are you not?
Why are you looking at my legs?
I’m walking down the street
A man old enough to be my dad
Is looking at me, staring
Like a lion watches his prey
Looking for a moment to strike
A cobra swaying from side to side
If I’m not careful
His poison will flow through my veins
I can feel his eyes on me
As if I somehow share his sins
They are crawling on my back
So maybe I should’ve put on that jacket
Maybe I should’ve worn pants instead
But it was a nice day
And I had just ironed my skirt
And maybe I should’ve asked someone
To come get the mail with me
Because now if something happens
It’s my fault
.
I am
Too young
To be crying at my friend’s funeral
Because no matter
How many times
I told them to stop
They wouldn’t
A loopy wonderland
And meaningless smiles
Were too much
Of a temptation
Against a brutal reality
Of a cold and desaturated planet
Shouts still ringing
In their ears
And last week
Their mom found their body
Overdosed in the bathtub
Eyes still wide
Staring
Pupils dilated
And now
My last memory of them will be
Silky smoke in my face
Burning claws in my lungs
While I’m still sitting on the couch
Drinking Diet Coke
Because I “don’t know how to live”
But apparently
Neither do they
.
I grew up in a world
Where violence is common
A bullet flies by
But I don’t notice
Desensitized and numb
.
And now that I have a voice
That you’ve never heard before
You will try to silence me
But can you really blame me
For my shouts?
I was born with information
At my fingertips
Connected
To every news source in the world
And you expect me
To stay at the kid’s table
During dinner?
Because the adults are talking?
.
But you have brought me onto this earth
Where the expectation
Was to watch the world burn
And you don’t care
Because you’ll die
Before you see the sun explode
But I will remain
We will remain
To see our flesh melt off
You brought us here
In the middle of a battle
And you have failed miserably
The battles you won
Will be meaningless
Against the war that we will win
.
We will rise from the ashes
Of what you have already burned down
i saw the tv glow is like. your childhood queer best friend got out of your town and got to live their better life as themself. your queer friend got out of your town and killed themselves because their delusions won them over. no matter your interpretation, you never see them again.
Icarus, another young mortal full of hopes and fears calls hesitantly, Icarus, tell me a thing, please. This human, so flawed and such a helpless dreamer, has bright eyes that can shame gods and a smile so sharp and beautiful that stars don’t shine at all; an impossible love breathes within bones and flesh, like fire.
Was love worth the fall, Icarus? Please, tell me it was, I hope it was, this mortal, youth that is heroic and shattered and slightly afraid, pleads to the sky, pleads to the sea. Hope is almost as dreadful and tricky as freedom, love is even worse.
Oh, Icarus, I think I want to love something divine so hard, I think I want to kiss something divine so much, this young mortal sighs and blinks with tears like shards of glass and blood alike liquid gold. A boy with wings made of wax and flesh as soft as a rose petal cries, for fate is unfair, fate is always so unfair.
Run away from your monster of a lover: they’re going to eat you alive soon, and this night isn’t a night for tragedies, Icarus whispers softly all the things he wishes he’d known.
Sapphic_terror on ao3 queer and nonbinary (any pronouns)Yall I may be losing it a little but at least I’m writing a lot of fan fiction (that’s a slight lie but I’m trying I swear)
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