in the blur of lampposts
skidding past half-closed eyelids
a clear flourescent light
is blinding—this is the lie,
and this freeway is the only truth.
ten-wheeler trucks and corollas
zoom past, engines whirring, faces
in this game of hide-and-seek, lights red
and blue and the honking of a nauseating
horn cuts through vehicles. i am not
here to talk about my roadtrip. this is
not the voyage of love, this is
a travelogue, a documentation, of things
we lose and realities we find on asphalt heat.
the road has never been a straight line,
unlike what the king says.
the king, mind you, has never set foot
on the road and yet his shoes are muddied
by sweat and sanguine cries of
exhaustively toiled soil.
So now when you do Alt + Reblog, the reblog symbol turns green, “explodes” and then disappears.
I THOUGHT THIS WAS KIDDING SOGMLASG
((Fuck, I’m on mobile))
If you your on mobile you can just hold the reblog button down
reblog and make a wish!
this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.
THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.
The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.
AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.
THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.
I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS
LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL
IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS
holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS.
I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT
SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP
WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????
ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE
OKAY I SWEAR TO GOD THIS THING WORKS YOU HAVE TO PATIENT BC I WISHED THAT I COULD MOVE AWAY FROM MY SHITTY TOWN TO A WARM PLACE AND GUESS WHAT THIS JULY IM MOVING TO NORTH CAROLINA OKAY GUYS IM NOT MAKING THIS UP I AM SO CONFUSED ACTUALLY THIS IS GREAT BYE
this does work… no joke
reblogging this cause i like wishes lol
i think i’m digging that bowl of trust issues deeper than what is expected. and it scares me. i’m scared i’m making it more difficult for me to get out
lately i’ve been hearing so much noise.
all those lessons in physics say that you need to discern which ones you can turn off as opposed to what will constantly ring, but i went to man the sound booth and saw that there are no switches to this thing. the drone is forever, and the manual says nothing about it.
i’ve learned that the ear can take as much as 100 dB and that is from earphones plugged in for a day. music could drown me from the rest of the world—god, i wish it was that easy to hear less, to hear just right, to hear enough bouts of laughter so that the well doesn’t feel deeper than it already is.
there’s nothing taught in class about being stuck in a well. i see two reasons behind that: one, the human being is not destined to be in an enclosed space surrounded by nothing else but water-kissed rocks. the other tells me that people are too familiar with claustrophobia that they didn’t even bother solving the noise problem. that they just end deaf anyway, so might as well just wait for it to happen.
i thought it would be much quieter down here, but the sounds—they keep me up at night. i hear chatter, distinctly, like i could graze my fingers against their shoulders, but i know that’s not true. that isn’t ever going to be true.
the loudest thing i have the demise to hear is my own voice. why is it that little sighs translate into endless screams in my head? today, all that rang was, “let me out of here”. the sound dwindles lost in the depths, and then there’s the noise of silence. it’s distinct and it’s lonely and it’s the perfect reminder.
sometimes the loudest noises come from deep inside.