The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.
doing my damnedest to free myself of the “just gotta get through this week” “only x more days til the weekend” mindset & learn to appreciate each day for whatever it is lest i be driven to madness
so what if tomorrows monday i have leftovers & maybe this week i will make soup. maybe ill see a cat. maybe each day will show me something worthwhile even if im tired & maybe i can enjoy it
if u are negative on this post im blocking u ! some of us are trying to get better
actually being out in public is like i am normal i am off-putting everyone is in love with me i am invisible i am going to die alone wow we are a community peace and love on planet earth i am going to get mugged etc.
Rebageling again because… what gets me most about this interpretation is the softness. When I read the poem, I read it as exultant and fierce. The tiger within was the tiger burning bright of another poem’s fame. The tiger destroyed his cage, and who knew what next now that he was out.
Here, we’re given an answer. The tiger steps out and is surprised by the soft grass under his feet, delighted, goes wide-eyed with wonder, and leaps into the meadow. Here, the focus isn’t the cage’s destruction, but getting out, being out, so that the last glimpse we’re given is the tiger now tiny (and joyful!) in the distance, surrounded by the wide green expanse of freedom.
have u ever accidentally made out with someone you’re not super into so you can get over your d-man who you’re secretly in love with but then in the middle of that you accidentally develop feelings for the person you’ve been making out with but you mostly still have feelings for your d-man and instead of talk about it at the first or second or third chance you just smoke lots of weed and make suggestive eye contact and watch all of your other friends find their person while you feel more and more alone but also more and more in love with a person you’re pretty sure will never (can’t ever) love you back?
what abt - have u ever had deep quiet feelings for your best friend but your family doesn’t know you’re gay and you’re afraid to tell most of your friends anyway so you’re usually just angry but every time he looks at you it’s like you can exhale all of that, just a little bit, only apparently he’s fucking around with someone behind everyone’s back and he’s never bothered to tell you about it and why should he because you know he could never feel the way you feel?
maybe, you’ve been in love with your d-man for years but every step forward feels wrong, even the ones that feel right, and in figuring out the best way to try to tell him again that you love him you make a giant mess instead because mess is more comforting than being told another time that he doesn’t feel the way that you feel.
maybe you see everyone you care about slowly falling apart (or slowly falling in love) and you decide: actually, that’s enough waiting. it’s my turn.
