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On Being an Introvert and Proud of It
My voice may not be a siren, but at least it sure as hell
isn’t a bullhorn that could rupture eardrums in a split second.
I will never be able to talk about my feelings
the way a trail of bloody footprints leads to the crime scene
of a murder victim: clear and full of proof,
or carry my body and presence like an exclamation point.
I will always be a comma instead, a pause
full of silence for someone else to fill.
For me, words are like coins tossed into a fountain:
you only use them when you have a wish,
when you know they’ll be put to good use.
And just because I’ll never be the first to raise my hand
to respond to a question doesn’t mean the answer
isn’t already written in my bones.
Fall in love with my hands first, not with my voice,
quietly but as passionately as the string of constellations
that form Orion’s Belt: they may make no noise at all,
but they still light up the entire sky.
Plot twist: Only tumblr users survive the apocalypse because we were too lazy to go outside to see what was going on.
Second plot twist: We don’t realize everyone else is gone until we run out of food. We don’t really care until all the Nutella is gone.
Third plot twist: We finally all meet up because we have to repopulate the world.
Forth plot twist: Everyone on tumblr actually gets laid.
my blog is so fucking gay