So Done: The Life

the bleak orange walls with its shadows casting doubt on you—

you’ve never been fond of shadows. staring at you from afar, bringing darkness wherever light is absent. you never have and never will understand the complex relationship between shadows and you. shadows only bring on more shadows. more darkness. less light

light

it’s the only thing you’ve been

…looking for

yet when you want to see it?

gone, the penultimate thought to your overexpansive

life; light; livid lines licking little lifts, as

if only air could breathe like the shadows could stay

if only light could shine like the orange could fade on these

bleak walls.

trans*phobia on my dash? whoops i “accidentally” the unfollow button

I just realized the majority of poetry that I write is usually focused on anger about or hatred toward certain people (or myself). The poetry usually doesn’t reflect the hatred or anger but instead uses those feelings and turns the subject matter into something more poetic.

At least, that’s how I think I write my poetry. I don’t know…

Dooting around school 8

Spanish class, working on our projects… listening to marina & the diamonds ( *uwu) and watching old Spanish videos from last year :)

falling asleep on the keyboard

drowning in the tides of

radiation, information passing through

brain cells sending messages, keeping the body

awake: restless sleep, restless sleep,

restless sleep, restless sleep, restless

busket:

HUGO MADE THE BATTER AND THE QUEEN BECAUSE HE WAS LONELY AND WANTED PARENTS

HE WAS A GUARDIAN LIKE DEDAN, JAPHET AND ENOCH, THAT’S WHY THE ROOM IS ONLY PURIFIED AFTER HE DIES

BUT THE BATTER KILLED HIM, HE DIDN’T KILL HIS SON HE KILLED HIS CREATOR

A CREATOR THAT MADE HIM SPECIFICALLY TO TAKE CARE OF HIM AND LOVE HIM

PROPER TRANSLATION MADE OFF 10X MORE TRAGIC WHOOPS

scoutsantimony:

do u ever just wanna message someone but you don’t think they have any desire to talk to you so you just fall on the floor

alexandraerin:

Say I’m 32 years old and you’re 22 years old.

In how many years will we be the same age?

…

Silly question, right? If you define aging as a process that stops at death, the only way we’ll ever be the same age is if I die first. If you don’t, then we’ll never be the same age. Every time you age a year, I also age a year. Since our ages increase at the same rate, you will never catch up to my head start. We have achieved a total equality of aging, but that does not change the permanent inequality of our age.

Okay, say I have a million dollars and you’re completely broke. If we both get a dollar a day, how long will it take you to catch up with me?

Now, this one’s even sillier, because if you have no other resources, your dollar a day is going to be eaten up by basic living expenses that it doesn’t quite meet, and I have an excess of money that can be spent on money-making opportunities that pay off far better than an additional $365 a year. I could literally burn the dollar I’m getting as part of our Totally Equal Income and still make more money in a year than you do just by sticking my money in the bank. 

But still: both of us getting a dollar a day is totally equal, right? It means we’re being treated exactly the same.

And now, final problem:

If we have a world that contains structural inequalities, systemic imbalances, disproportionate danger faced by some, and unequal access to resources and opportunities, is “treating everyone the same” really going to result in equality?

Show your work.