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[dumbthumbsucker]

We'll become the bones witches find in the woods and their alters, my love, will become our home

bleached clean and tenderly, purposefully placed, my love, amongst the wildflowers and once wildlife

and side by side, on silk or rough wood, gently touching, new love will grow from the remains of us.

[dumbthumbsucker]

My fatigue is chronic but this ass is actually kinda heavy right now and I need to sit down for a minute, I need to lie down for a second.

[dumbthumbsucker]

Face numb, static brain, rapid scrolling through the haze.

[feral-ballad]

Yves Olade, from Bloodsport; “When rome falls”

[dumbthumbsucker]

you say I'm overly sensitive but would an oversensitive person do this*?????

*cry when their cat pulls away the paw I was trying to hold

[dumbthumbsucker]

They call it 'ideation', this feeling

but knowing doesn't make it any less appealing

"a rose by any other name" Juliet said

when like me, on a balcony

she flirted with death.

[taffy-and-toffee]

Are you okay or do you say the line “I’m more than what my mum told me to be” with just a bit too much emotion?

[dumbthumbsucker]

it's actually "gonna tell my cat 'i'm not lonely when i'm with you'" but either way, not really.

[thirdchild-restlesschild]

'Silence' in Ruin

Ruin/Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious/Secret Worlds/Inkpot Gods

[dumbthumbsucker]

My love calls to me:

come home

you belong with me and you belong alone

your bed is getting cold and

you're starting shiver in your soul.

and if you wrap the blankets tight enough it's almost like being held

and if you shake apart in feather-down arms

your pillow will never tell.

-m.

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, Poems 1962-2012

[dumbthumbsucker]

they say Aphrodite is the goddess of love but I never knew it until I met eyes with Artemis as her arrow pierced my heart.

-m.

[teenagekingdomstarlight]

Actually I love finding gay subtext in things, it’s like seeing gay shrimp colours and straight people are never going to experience it

[weltenwellen]

Octavio Paz, tr. by Elizabeth Bishop, The Collected Poems, 1957-1987

[metamorphesque]

Manhattan is a Lenape Word, Natalie Diaz

[septemberkisses]

— José Olivarez, from "Getting Ready to Say I Love You to My Dad, It Rains," Citizen Illegal

[dumbthumbsucker]

And you, you think it's really cute / That my cats are named after fruit / Except for their brother / 'cause he's from a different mother / But you, you think his name is cute /too ooh ooh

And I, I wonder if you know / oh oh/ that I adopted them so / I'd have reason to go /on, no/ 'cause we call the symptoms quirks / and I never miss work

[dumbthumbsucker]

She call me 'Life' 'cause when I'm fuckin her she gets no breaks, and sometimes I'm really fuckin' difficult to deal with

And sometimes she wants to quit, but neither of us are giving in.

Just yet.

-m.