you know what’s funny?
after everything these people have gone through, it’s up to TUMBLR of all things to teach them tolerance.
don’t you sense something different? a change in my demeanor? or even just the way i’m going about saying this…
and i HAVE broken, you know. just today, even.
but it’s beautiful, isn’t it?
how so much can change in a single moment?
tell me truthfully, who am i- and what?
even those of you who may have loved me before:
can you still?
am not i beautiful?
it seems such, that my default ‘mode’ has few emotions, and displays fewer.
as if something’s happened to me, to cause such a repression.
but it hasn’t.
not here.
not yet.
unless…
but it can only break so much before i just stop.
the girl dashed through this marvelous world
a world of nature and nurture
friendship and rivalry
a world where each action had its match—
and each soul, one as well.
as the street gave way into the sky,
flight just a mere motion away,
(the people unfazed, as they knew this so well)
she now - just now - felt truly alive
and so she glides swiftly back to the ground
and softly,
ever so gently,
cries herself to sleep
on her Earth-bound bed.
is it normal that i can realize a sentence has a typo in it after i’ve already looked away?
i am not a swear-virgin anymore. if that was ever a thing.
(stored on the tag#human above all)