Thinking Thoughts - Blog Posts

i wish I was poetic and clever

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Sometimes, I like to think that people are the product of their time alive. A conglomeration of experiences. It hurts me to think that way because then I would be nothing more than a photo album full of fear and abuse. Other times I think that maybe there is something innate to a person. Some part of them that can't be taken away. It hurts just as much to think like that. To think that maybe there's some part of me that's locked away, or torn to unrecognizable shreds. Most of the time I think it's both. It hurts, but I live with it.

Words are such a beautiful thing. You take these lines and shapes and form them together, and they create music, stories, people, entire worlds, and universes!

They could mean everything and nothing at all. Every quote I see, I want inked on my body forever. Almost like forcing them to become apart of me indefinitely will allow me to feel the meaning behind the words for the rest of my life. To carry that meaning at all times.

To know the words are there and that they mean something, and by proxy, I must have meaning too. To have something so big and endless fit into something so small- all it takes are the shapes and the imagination of a single person to create the impossible.

How insane is that?

every once in a while i think to myself, ‘having a baby wouldn’t be so bad,’ and then i think abt the fact that

one, i would need to bone a man to get pregnant with said baby (vomiting at the thought of it)

and two, black women are much more likely to die during childbirth than anyone else (tbh not how i’d like to go out)

maybe i’ll adopt later in life. anyways thank you for coming to my tedtalk

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