Type Shit - Blog Posts

trixie relaxes

Me. Me. Me. Ememememem.

silverv + posts that remind me of them

Got dat fuckin youtuber foam ON

fuck being human I wanna be a bioluminescent cephalopod >:(

im not meant for casual i was born for ever consuming yearning and devotion

thads not ketchup :(( YAYY this was really funt o draww huhu,, tadc newest episode is fire i love. all of them so much,,

closeups below!!!!

alt title is like,, order up,, or somethjing cool sounding idrkkkk hahah gangle is widdawy me a couple years ago :( get well soon </3

Minsung Core

Jisung: *Doodling* "I wanna do Minho." Changbin: *Spitting water out* "W-What? Like draw him right? RIGHT?!" Jisung: *Sweating nervously.* "Yeah, I can draw him too." Minho: "What?" Chan: "Jisung just said he totally do you." Minho: *Flabbergasted* (this is a joke don't take it seriously. :))

ah, thank you pinterest. I really needed this.

divinity - a poem

seek familiarity in the warmth of ichor on your gelid, gelid skin

did they tell you that this world was meant for you?

or did they carve crosses in your chest, caving in your sternum?

did they tell you tales of falsified salvation, of cruel righteousness?

of eternal damnation at the blade of atheistic refutation?

seek answers in the warmth of ichor on your gelid, gelid skin

discover the world that lives to be your oyster

find redemption in the splendor of your existence

survive to lead the legacy of passion and absolution

learn to believe in the warmth of ichor on your gelid, gelid skin

seek divinity in mortality, find divinity beneath your hardened shell

seek divinity where it seeks you

Sometimes, all we really need is to be heard without having to fight for it.

I brought up how I felt—disconnected, unsure, a little tired of carrying the weight of unspoken things. And for once, I wasn’t met with defensiveness or silence. I was met with understanding. With effort. With a gentle “let’s fix this.”

It reminded me that love shouldn’t feel like walking on eggshells. It shouldn’t leave you questioning your worth or your voice. Sometimes, the simplest conversations can feel like healing.

I’m learning that being heard without having to explain myself twice is a kind of love I didn’t know I needed. I don’t need perfect. I just need real.

No one was harmed in the making of this moment

My friends gift to me a glimmer of hope occasionally; and when they do, all I can think about is how badly I want to see and know the adult versions of them. I think about how nice it would be to have an extra room, or maybe a pullout couch, at the disposal of any friend looking for a warm bed and an ear to listen. I think about them coming to my house just to ask for a cigarette, and to talk about their troubles while we sit on the porch. I think about how I’ll attend (and cry at) their weddings, and I think about how I’ll be with them through messy breakups, and all the inbetweens. I think about how I’ll have their favorite snacks in my cupboard, and how I’ll make sure there’s always an extra toothbrush for them. I think about how I’ll have toys stored away for their potential kids when they visit, and I think about how I’ll get to watch all of us grow up.

I often times think the only thing stopping me from ending it is fear, but I think a little harder about the people I love, and suddenly it feels like my heart is trying to claw through my chest, and grasp onto any hope for the future.

I want to be there to love those around me until I can no longer leave my bed, and my last breaths are be spent cherishing their names.

I live for passion bro

Genuinely I love the art of passion with my whole heart. To love, or be so devoted to something that is makes your whole body light up with the spur of the soul, is so intimate and so, so beautiful.

For a long time I thought passion lied in romantic relationships, but as I grow older I realize that it is so much bigger than that. Romance is not even in the forefront of my passion. However, I do love passionately. I love my friends, I love my family, I love the arts, and I love them so, so intensely. My drive for life is simply my passion for connection, and learning more about myself and the world around me.

I love everything I think. And I am so grateful for the opportunity to be able to do so.

I want to know what normal people feel like sooo badddd

Hannibal grabbing Will

My mind palace is a well-oiled yaoi machine

"why r u smiling at ur phone" bc my friebds 🌈🌈🥰🌞 and i love friend 😊😊😊🫂💞 Friends 👍👍🌈 And im Happy 😊😊🫂💞👍🌈

all these years and lesbianism still feels like an incomparably rare and precious gift