[tiredandlonelymuse]

This is how I originally wrote it. One of those that starts as a poem and then begs to be a song. I posted a fragment of this on tumblr a while back, but here’s the initial piece in its entirety 🤍

[rannithebitch-deactivated202312]

haha, hey you're a pretty cool person *picks up your speech patterns and non-verbal habits*

[felinepurrrstory]

From Ursula K. Le Guin’s Cat Dreams. Illustrated by S. D. Schindler.

[bad-moodboard]

Crocodile from a bestiary. France, c. 1450. Hague, Museum

[shyolet]

90% of the ocean is unexplored to YOU…. I know what’s down there though

[peri]

mentally i am forklift certified

[dreamertrilogys]

not easily conquered / nineteen, tegan and sara / my private broadway, lin zhipeng / to the desert, benjamin alire sáenz / the firm, john grisham / hair match, the mountain goats / friendship, daniel gerhartz / i loved you before i was born, li-young lee / @whendidmythoughtsgocrazy / the persistence of memory, salvador dalí

[punkjabi]

when mitski said all of this turbulence wasn’t forecasted apologies from the intercom and i am relieved that i’d left my room tidy they’ll think of me kindly when they come for my things they’ll never know how i’d stared at the dark in that room with no thoughts like a blood-sniffing shark and while my dreams made music in the night carefully i was going to live you wouldn’t leave till we loved in the morning you’d learned from movies how love ought to be and you’d say you love me and look in my eyes but i know through mine you were looking in yours and did you know the liberty bell is a replica silently housed in its original walls and while its dreams played music in the night quietly it was told to believe i always wanted to die clean and pretty but i’d be too busy on working days so i am relieved that the turbulence wasn’t forecasted i couldn’t have changed anyways i am relieved that i’d left my room tidy Goodbye

[just-incorrect-bnha]

[ophanic]

[mundycide]

[demiiwhiffin]

everything feels weird you just get used to it

[peanit]

literally

[mournfulroses]

Aimé Césaire, from The Complete Poetry; “And The Dogs Were Silent,”

[seashellronan]

i go to bed. i am consumed by overwhelming loneliness. i stare at the ceiling. i long for something i can’t name. i question if i’m real. i see a funny little meme on my phone and laugh hysterically for several minutes. i get too invested in an unrealistic fantasy. i pass out around three.

[sapphicseance]

i lied i don’t like sex now watch barbie of swan lake with me 

[praying]