i'm all the people i've ever loved
loseness lines over time by olivia de recat, @i-wrotethisforme, Kaveh Akbar, Olivie Blake
“I want a bf” “I want a gf” okay??? I want to let go of my past no matter how hurtful the memories might be??? I want love to define me rather than break me in my feverish attempts to seek it????? I want the ever shifting opinions of other people to no longer have such a chokehold on me?????
So is it just me or is asoue sadder when you’re an adult than it was when we were kids?
Summary: So, my heart was so shattered by what happens in the opening scene of the Last of Us that I’ve set out to fix it MYSELF. That’s right! This is basically what could’ve happened on Joel’s birthday from Sarah’s POV had the outbreak never happened.
Notes: I’m not from the States, so forgive me if any cultural references are wrong. I edit this on my phone so if it looks awful I’m sorry (photo belongs to Pinterest)! I also sucked at the game so again please don’t be mad if anything is OOC - I based this off the beautiful portrayals by Pedro and Nico. Also, mostly inspired by @fuckyeahdindjarin and I screeching at other in our inbox about Joel and Sarah ;_;
Warnings: None? Very fluffy, mentions of blood.
Sarah woke with a start, glancing at the luminous green numbers of her alarm clock glowing in the darkness. 3:13am. She sighed inwardly, stretching out under the thin blanket as she realised she still had her jeans and sneakers on. The last thing Sarah remembered was falling asleep on her dad - crap, just after she’d assured him she wouldn’t. He must’ve put her to bed. The combination of his deep breathing beside her and a shitty film on TV - turns out, totally not riveting - was clearly enough to lull her into what she thought would be a dreamless sleep, exhausted after waiting up for her dad on his birthday.
my hot take is that i like all of the “tumblr poets” and i think that the common literary language of what is largely girls in their teens and twenties on this website is one of the most beautiful things to happen to poetry if not literature in a while
i love you richard siken i love you wendy cope i love you mary oliver i love you frank o’hara i love you ada limón i love you danez smith i love you i love you i love you the shared experience of connecting with art and finding the words that speak not just to you but for you
“But tonight” is just perfect term, it’s like despite despite despite! Despite tomorrow when the sun comes up, we’re here together, the longing of holding onto a moment forever and never letting it go!
