#yearning
I find myself wanting to tell you my entire life story
Have I yet lost the very thing that makes me human, the thing that makes me alive?
I’m making a Spotify playlist labelled ‘exhausted, depressed classics student with a coffee addiction,’ and am looking for songs to put on it. If you have suggestions, please send them to me!
I’ve finally produced it. Here is the link.
There is little so joyful as the laughter of a child.
I’m making a Spotify playlist labelled ‘exhausted, depressed classics student with a coffee addiction,’ and am looking for songs to put on it. If you have suggestions, please send them to me!
yearning//Longing 12.27.2021
MY POETRY BOOK IS GETTING PUBLISHED CAN I GET A W ????????????????
OKAY BUT MY TUMBLR AMIGOS IF I PUBLISH THIS POETRY BOOK WILL YOU’LL LIKE TO READ A LITTLE
man i want to work for a publishing house so bad like i want to read new book help people get published find new writers and be a part of that huge community
fighting my imposter syndrome one day at a time
why do i have to work and become a slave of corporate organizations, why can’t i just be a mushroom
My favourite parts from Bluets, Maggie Nelson
no, YOU write for the awards and prizes, I write for the edgy dark academia enthusiasts to post my proses on Tumblr and make people yearn
sometimes i hate myself for caring too much for people and not caring enough for myself like if I find that a friend/family member is having a bad day then i will skim through my funny meme collection to make them laugh, make a playlist, talk to them for hours and make sure they feel loved i will try my best to convince them that their sadness is not lonely but when i get in my mood and want to disappear, i let myself succumb to that deep black hole i don’t hug myself or try to be there for me and i hate how i am more worried about other than myself i hate how i am there for everyone except for myself
TW // self harm
Alternative things I started doing when i want to harm myself
- cutting a piece of paper
- punching the pillow
- pinching myself (counts as harm but still calms me down)
- braiding my hair into pigtails
- scribbling forcefully on the paper
- cleaning the kitches
- doing crossword (diverts my stress to something else)
- re-reading my favourite proses
- singing linking park/Bmth songs
- Scratching the back of my head
I don’t want a job i want a cottage in the woods, read, eat oranges and sleep under the moonlight.
a concept: a romantic sunday with the love of your life, listening to songs and baking cakes together and then you’re shouting at them to do things correctly but they can’t even break the eggs right and you’re just so frustrated with them and then they make that puppy face and crack silly jokes and tell you, how pretty you look when you’re annoyed. And then he takes your hand and take you outside and points at moon and says “that’s everyone’s moon but you’re my moon” and you just melt on the inside
Physically at my home but mentally in the arms of the love of my life getting caressed and kissed.
one thing i absolutely adore in songs is when the artist includes some sounds that is very personal to them like their lover’s laugh at the end, or like, the sound of a baby, or using the heartbeat of someone as the beat of the song, or a phrase that’s used by their special someone in their native language. it’s so beautiful how music can be used as an escape but also something that ties you right back down to that one person. And it’s like not only are they in your heart? but also in your art???????
Everything i do is out of love and chaos, and what is love, if not chaos?
