“Forgive Me My Salt,” Brenna Twohy.
[Image description: A photo of an opened paperback book against a reddish wood background. The poem on the page facing the camera reads,
“When I Say I Forgive You, Know This
I did not bury the hatchet.
I have the hatchet in my hands.
I am building myself a new house.”]
I’m working on trying to accept where I am. I want to be further ahead. I want to live a life of my own. I want to be healed from all the damage my journey and mission has caused me. But I’m realizing I have to just be here now. I need to make peace with today.
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i’m on my worst behavior…
WATERSHIP DOWN INKTOBER TAKE 2: THE PRINCE
“All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning. Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed.”
i say it’s time to bring back overtly sexual masquerade parties
GIRL WHY YOU STRESSING?????? YOU THAT BITCH. YOU GOT THIS. RELAX.
where is this, I want to go and be their mother
i’m bisexual and stupid. that’s all i am. god looked at my shitty tiny frame and said, “you’re going to be a little bisexual moron” then released me into the world.
what’s a king to another, gayer king.
A boyfriend?
bongdanceking 