On Getting Better

falling

it’s over.

the deed is done.

their power evaporates,

stardust scattered in the wind,

and time slows down.

they turn, smiling as they tip sideways

their eyes still so bright so kind so full of love

their hair swept up by gravity

“everything’s okay”

their elegant attire fanning around them

“it’s all going to be just fine”

graceful, even as they crumble

“they can’t hurt you anymore”

their weapon slides bloody from their hand.

“it’s over now”

you reach but oh they’re so far away

“you’re safe now”

too far away, and you won’t make it in time

“hush now love please don’t you cry”

crash crash burn.

they fall a glittering diamond

your knight fallen to slay the beast you couldn’t

like the tears streaming down your face

down down down where you can’t follow

and pool upon the ground unmoving

you scream you scream no no no

to lay there still

forever more.

they have a name, a name you shriek

a name I could have branded

into these words with the hiss

oh the sting the howl of anguish,

but I don’t have to, do I?

no,

not when you saw them

ablaze in sunlight

oh how you love them

you knew their name the moment I spoke.

If you strip this story down to its barest bones, you will only find love.

Hear me out yall, a fic where Rosita suffers postpartum depression and psychosis after having Coco because for the stressful situations they’re in and their general mental health it seems a bit more likely the show portrays. Like the frustration of having survived so much shit only to lose your mind over nothing (Rosita’s pov because postpartum depression is not a joke)

The angst, the tension, the years of trauma colliding because you’re finally safe but you’ve been at war for so long you don’t know what that means. And you want your daughter to have a good future but you don’t know if you believe jn good anymore and ????

Don’t worry, lots of found family and semi-comforting hallucinations because I could not leave Rosita hanging

Gen Z

“Kids these days spend too much time on their phones” 

I have perfected the art of talking people down from high places halfway across the country, at the early morning hours of two or three, when heartbeats falter 

“Kids these days are too sensitive, they don’t have real problems”

I cannot count on my fingers how many of my friends know the feeling of a cold blade on warm skin, bruises where they can’t be seen, the sound of a parent’s footsteps almost drowned out by the thumping in their chest 

“Kids these days don’t know anything about politics”

They call themselves “the forgotten” and yet, where is that when they can’t seem to remember our names 

“Kids these days are-” 

Afraid 

Afraid 

Afraid 

Drowning in twenty-seven APs 

And they told us you could smell fear 

Well I’m drenched in it 

Can’t you tell 

Can’t you see 

No? 

Just ignore me 

Kids these days are tired 

And fed up 

Furious 

Call-your-senator furious 

School-walkout furious 

I’d-fight-your-family-if-I-could furious 

Come-and-let’s-make-our-own furious 

Join-arms-and-shields-and-battle-cry furious 

Vote-the-fucker-out furious 

Rally-in-the-streets furious 

Practice-what-you-preach furious 

Kids these days 

Are done with 

Sitting down 

And staying quiet 

Kids these days 

Have fists 

And ballots 

And protest signs 

And picket lines 

And we’re going to use them

@glassheartedboy

My missing friend is no longer missing, my iud cramps (my back feeling like it’s being broken) are gone, and I have a fridge full of energy drinks. Maybe I’ll actually update my fics tonight

summer in georgia, s.n

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

Because maybe Bradley burned down all of his bridges, but Jake never had any to begin with.

third times the charm by sapphic_terror on ao3 :)

I abuse hyphens so much, it’s just too much fun (I must have extended imagery or I die)

one of my worst writing sins is abusing my power to create compound words. i cannot write the sentence "The sun shone as bright as honey that afternoon." no. that's boring. "The sun was honey-bright that afternoon" however? yes. that sentence is dope as fuck. i do not care if "honey-bright" is a word in the english dictionary. i do not care if the sentence is grammatically correct. i will not change. i will not correct my erred ways. the laws of the english language are mine.