Donations welcome: $anashathea
What you can bestow upon your friend
I wish for you to call me your bitch 🥺
(Excuse my nonsense I had a frappè and it has me wired)
What you can bestow upon your friend
I wish for you to call me your bitch 🥺
(Excuse my nonsense I had a frappè and it has me wired)
~Chicago, 2025
~Anne Frank, 1942-1944
#NoKings
~Chicago, 2025
~Anne Frank, 1942-1944
#NoKings
But not the kind that is born out of
A docile need for survival
But not the kind that is born out of
A docile need for survival
if we are ever going to find someone worthwhile,
we have to keep allowing ourselves to be vulnerable time and time again,
because that's the only way to really connect with someone,
that's the only way love can finally win.
-Samuel Decker Thompson
if we are ever going to find someone worthwhile,
we have to keep allowing ourselves to be vulnerable time and time again,
because that's the only way to really connect with someone,
that's the only way love can finally win.
-Samuel Decker Thompson
I’m in love with you
I see myself through your eyes when I see my worth
I want to be a better person because of you
When I am kind to people, I hope they can see you in me.
#love #affirmations
I’m in love with you
I see myself through your eyes when I see my worth
I want to be a better person because of you
When I am kind to people, I hope they can see you in me.
#love #affirmations
Even when rationality tells me otherwise
Even when family shakes their heads
Even when I’m feeling alone and ugly and hurt
And I just want
A hand to hold
I’m going to hold out for yours
No one else makes me feel
The way
You
Do
Even when rationality tells me otherwise
Even when family shakes their heads
Even when I’m feeling alone and ugly and hurt
And I just want
A hand to hold
I’m going to hold out for yours
No one else makes me feel
The way
You
Do
for skin against skin,
for wandering hands,
for sensual reflections,
for sweat and the raw heat of wanting,
but then when the dawn comes,
it’s quieter,
softer, sweeter,
a tenderness poured into making their favorite breakfast,
a touch that lingers too long on ...
for skin against skin,
for wandering hands,
for sensual reflections,
for sweat and the raw heat of wanting,
but then when the dawn comes,
it’s quieter,
softer, sweeter,
a tenderness poured into making their favorite breakfast,
a touch that lingers too long on ...
Apparently I’m not happy with what I’m being fed spiritually, but I am able to see through illusions and navigate my life in unorthodox ways. It all tracks.
Apparently I’m not happy with what I’m being fed spiritually, but I am able to see through illusions and navigate my life in unorthodox ways. It all tracks.
I was so here for it 👌✨
I was so here for it 👌✨
It understands your comet tail
The moon is a mirror of the scream,
Listening.
Your comet tail-
The pieces of you that burn away
Your visible agony
Blazing through infinite, empty space-
How else would there be a sign
You ever traveled there at all?
#poem #cosmos