just a jellyfish

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[batnemone]

this blog boutta be so personal, you won't even know what hit you;

[batnemone]

As it turns out, there were so many shades in which I could have known you—

You painted my face in one and ran

Before I could pick up and tell the mirror,

"Oh how so alive you are, in every light of day."

[batnemone]

Can we have a home together, in between the trunks of trees?

And can I have an office, where the work I do isn't work at all

And you will sit on that stool by the window

While I write about you?

And in the afternoons, we move to resign

our bodies on the porch

And let our swinging legs hang among the leaves.

[batnemone]

you can't hold me accountable for relapsing over an ex because they're missing hours

[batnemone]

me finding måneskin post-hiatus and immediately ingesting their entire discography in the same month feels like a situationship

[batnemone]

idk who needs to hear this (me) but sometimes we make choices... and all we can really do is,, make better choices

[batnemone]

god I love literacy on a person

[batnemone]

in a sense

my procrastination is punk rock

fuck the man am I rite !!1!!

fuck the system 1!!!

let's go haywire !!!!

let's not become sheeps !!!!

...... although the screwing yourself over part is not exactly ideal

[batnemone]

x butch4butch

x femme4femme

✓ 4heme4globin

[batnemone]

yes I'm such a gentleman allow me

to sleep

[batnemone]

monday come she will

[batnemone]

—(a.l., The Lovers) ☀️🌑

I wonder, does the Sun know?

That she is not the Moon's only lover?

A steadfast sea of suitresses line her Telluris-mottled veil of night;

Her stars

And when she beckons, the oceans swell and sigh

Oh, the Moon, she sees what she sees

But she doesn't hear the crooning of the waves beneath the stone-floored pier

They groan and grumble from the exposed crevices,

And a mortal like me could only offer their sympathies

The planets are wrung in their revolutions,

In their fields, her image scatters—

One, or ninety-five

Their pulls, magnetic

But the Moon, she loves sufficiently from where she stands

And the planets, they could only wait—

To become a star severs the distance

I think the Sun knows.

Full well, completely—

She leaves half of the world every day, empty

So the Moon could love what she loves

And on the common nights,

Where an eclipse was not in order—

A syzygy; far,

She makes a choice;

Simply waits with a smile

For what is the Sun, if not a star?

[batnemone]

feeling myself

[batnemone]

I am for the girls and I fear the girls don't want me

(it's so easy to please a man and being a girlkisser is like living on hard mode) (I can't talk to girls)

[batnemone]

the sun is my fucking melatonin

[nessa007]

when you’re procrastinating and feel unmotivated just remember it took them under 8 minutes to rob the louvre

[batnemone]

welp. sounds like I don't need to go to therapy anymore

[batnemone]

Stormchaser

I greeted the storm last night.

I was the only one there,

Though I don't know if it has seen me too

It was still a few kilometers away from the harbor's door,

But it kissed me with a drizzle,

Hair, lips, face—

As if it has seen me before.

I ran from the rain, as fast as I could

As if my feet could only move

If I was chased

Well, it retreated,

Fawned over a fishing boat,

Painting the heavens with the brush of chiaroscuro

The breath of the storm still pushes on my lungs from when we kissed

And when it declares its presence upon the stage of this week's play,

It will swirl the petals of the rose I'll toss

Until it is beheaded,

Knowing the first to see it was me