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inkskinned:

the thing is, somebody cares. i know your best friend seems really busy all the time and is shit at texting but she still loves you and she talks to you more than she talks to anyone else and you’re the only breath of calm she has on this planet. the boy in your science class loves seeing what music you’re listening to on your headphones – he has the same taste and wishes he had the nerve to ask you about it. your english teacher loves the insight you have on your papers. somebody cares. the person who lives down the street from you notices when you are sick because they don’t see you stomping your way to the schoolbus – it’s how they know it’s time to get their breakfast ready. somebody is looking for you at the party, even if they don’t know they’re really looking for you – but when you don’t show up, some part of them is disappointed. somebody is looking for you in the library, in the spot where you eat lunch, in front of that one step you always seem to trip on. i know your parents are a complicated mess and there’s drama between your friends and your love life is sort of shaped like a constant question and everybody seems all caught up in their own lives and their own happiness and nobody really notices: but somebody always does. every face in your dreams is someone you have met, and that means that you are in a million’s stranger’s heads. they see you when they go to bed. and somebody cares. somebody still thinks about you even though you were just a person with a nice outfit or good eyeliner or a great smile or because you were having one of those moments that are so charmingly human in nature or because they regret not asking if you needed help when you fell or because they wonder what you were thinking about or drawing or writing or just because you’re alive, and that makes you fascinating. somebody cares. when you were on break from work and saw a dog hanging his head out of the car and suddenly broke into a smile: there was a girl in the back of that car, and I was her, and I still think about you, and i hope you get more chances to smile like that. and there is you, sitting here reading this, and by some small extension, meeting me, and i am telling you, I care. somebody always does. i promise. i promise. you are loved.

Ode To Crush Poetry

Oh my darling little fallback, if not you then who?
I know it’s been a while since I wrote about you
In the millions of your easy to emulate forms
Long divisions of calculation to respect my current contract
Or little sugar bites of those who I chase to break that contract
Oh what one of two could I scribe down this week

I don’t mean to disrespect what you’ve given me
My baby steps, my identity
My heart smeared on my dinner plates
Oh and I know we could be good still
But the puppa’s gone, kick down the cage and got out
We’ve persevered so much together, but the wars done
I need you as much as you need me
And I know you don’t need my broke-ass life
Flooding Tumblr with more shite then before

It’s been a gas but I gotta find more to scribe
Like my existence, my tremors, my ideals
Something a little more permanent to leave behind
Then another crush poem about a theoretical idea
Of half a person I reckon of from behind a text message
Who’ll end up fucking me off before I’ve written the last line
Oh how!? Can I crush when my hearts flat!
And fresh out of heart to give
Any more crushed and it’ll be a replacement credit card
And over what? Two-bit identity queens who’ll drop you
Oh no more crush poetry, no more crush poems
On people that don’t deserve a second of my time
Much less the value of my immortality

Oh crush poetry, we’ve been through so much
You’ll be my only high school sweetheart for sure
But my little hearts out of bruises to take
My romantic calculations need to be more precise
Much less for you, but for my sanity
You deserve a lot better then what I’ve become
But there’s no shortage of heirs to the throne
Hearts falling hard, every single day
I know I’ve left you in capable hands
Hands of those with gallons of innards
Just waiting to be crushed

Never really saw this blog or any of my poems or projects as a part of a brand before. I guess I just do my do and see how do. But I think people gravitate more towards content of any kind if they see someone’s proud enough of it they put their seal and identity into like that? I think I need to take this poetry malark way more seriously, re-launch Domestic as my personal brand. God knows where it could take me

Same old, same old

I’ve been out for whack for a while now
I haven’t had to compete for the affections of a soul
Since man first walked on to land
Let alone a soul as sweet as yours darlin’
But 23 a scary age to be back to step 1
In a world were everyone;s got their stories straight
Well… Just kinda fucked aren’t I?
But we’ll see what I can get away with

Still bummed I didn’t get that haircut in time
This outfit doesn’t suit the full deal on your skull
Did my teeth get any worse? How’s my spot patch?
Now now settle down, you’ll work yourself into a state!
Especially if you keep remembering that lovely smile
That darling way you keep yourself, the cute quips
My feet won’t thaw in time at this rate
Just relllllax and just do you

Because this is day one of taking the renovations
Left in the autumns breeze you’ve been tinkering out back
You got too comfortable on the shoulders of others
Weaned yourself on those stumps you keep in circulation
Your not just living anymore, you only gone and added flair
People recognize that twinkle in your eye
The joy of creation, the joy of owning your brand
I feel like a HD remake on decal clad wheels
Strolling down the streets wrecking hard
Above all I hope you like the new me

Shitty things about meeting people online part 1: You can share an amazing connection with someone via the means of communication and they can just drop off map instantly, and there’s fuuuuuuck all you can do about tit

Purigi’s Spoopy Eternal Darkness

Another Mario Maker level if ya’ll don’t mind the self promote, I guess this is the first in a long list of levels experimenting with ways of making the play wait in the middle of a gauntlet of things before they can proceed. Maybe you can use this trick in your levels too! Sorry for the dumb name

E2CB-000-00F7-800A

Genuinely Nothing

I’m looking like a Topshop still
With the aid of the tail end of the latest hurricane
Trying to beat the rain
In our little wager; a race to the latest cafe
Winters in full swing, and a hot chocy’s calling me
I accept a valiant 2nd place, as I open the door
As come face first into a toasty wall
As I wring out the mop ontop of my head
Typically hours early for BSL class
Might aswell try and pop out some verses

I bump into a family friend
A friendly little reminder of my progress
“Got some gigs, no job, feeling allright I guess”
I reflect after on the answers given
Yeah I guess things are agonisingly allright
In between a crash and the next spike
The culprit for the last one was me girl
Finding a tastier tongue down south
It’s been way too long hence to use that excuse
I dunno how to get up on my own two feet
I guess a good brew in my bellies a start
Get home, have some ice cream
Check the profile for replies, but probably none
In a novel they’ll skip days like these
Neither a dying victim
Neither a lustful symbol
Neither a glamorous Icon
Just another day of not knowing what to do