wearestarstuff

Status: it's been a while
Joined: September 27, 2012
Last Seen: 3 years
Birthday: February 12
user id: 332267
Location: Pluto
Gender: M
glenn.
 
putting the try in poetry. 
passionately curious. 
1° 17′ N.  lost. 
 
dihydrogen monoxide connoisseur, asmr junkie,
maladaptive coping mechanism tester, deteriorating mess,
hoe for Pluto etc.

I love you, H.
 
evidently horrible at introductions. 

   say hi?   

 
tumblr
poetry: messagestoanonymous

other picturesque melancholy: textisdead


twitter
@cloudstains / @glennunedited

chapbooks
yumpu.com/cloudstains
or
scribd.com/cloudstains

 

Quotes by wearestarstuff

i am literally hating every single real-life social situation i'm being forced into right now please leave me alone and understand the meaning of 'no' thank you 
'all is fair in love and war' 

players in a sea of green
reach out to intertwine 
beautifully, irrevocably
as if in love

yet underneath
they chart territories
to stand firm, to rise, to emerge
as if at war
I don't mean to brag but i just peed without dirtying the toilet seat so do i have good marksmanship or- 
'culprit crisis'

i'm not sure which to blame:
my eyes, for witnessing your beauty
my nose, for taking in your characteristic effervescence 
my brain, for registering every stimuli
or who
that is, you
the universe is an organized mess. 
beautiful, and nothing less. 



I ran
from grey to green
if only
I was 
as untouched.
Everytime I google my symptoms, it tells me I have cancer. 
u g  h.
You're on your way.
Everything's routine, so you're dazed. 
You weave through the crowds, and on to the train.
Something jolts you out of your reverie.
It's a tingling, surging high.
A high from brushing shoulders with a stranger.
As brief as it was, it makes you wonder:
How long have you went without any human contact?



and you were just
another lullaby
with candlelight eyes
singing her to sleep,
singing her to sleep.
 
- Cara Salimando, "Dust".

'the saddest entity.' 

some shout; trying to vent their anger, or to let out their problems.
some write things; things they've longed to say, sending them off in bottles.
some venture out; on solo expeditions, taking with them their primary motivation — loneliness. 
some end their lives; bringing down with them a lifetime of insurmountable challenges.   
some scatter ashes; accompanied by the tears of those who care about what was once sentient.

who takes all of this sadness?

the ocean. 




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