— Jenny Slate, Little Weirds
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i don't do bad sauce passes
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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oozey mess
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@kitobe
— Jenny Slate, Little Weirds
they were right btw. you have to dig yourself out of your grave over and over again
It’s that month again folks! Happy February.
You'll see my face in every place But you can't catch me now
snow when katniss volunteered
my wayward lamb, my guiding light
i need to go with them somewhere far away
my name is
you asked my name so long ago
but what you truly wished to know
was not the thing by which to call me
or the title by which to mourn me
but the colour i saw when i looked at a sunset
and the smiles i would show you when our eyes met
still i gave you but a name
honeyed syllables your tongue would frame
like a picture painting an idea of what you might
hear on your very first wedding night
i once said
"lover, no one knows me at all"
but that before you were there to share spring and fall
those seasons in between the mundanity of life,
not my best moments but my humanity
in spite
of all the facades i've created to hide
and yet i ponder
my mind it wonders
to the farthest edge of the skies and sea
but always does return to me
i know now who i am fear not
i'm the bluebird singing
the songs i forgot
but remembered once again in some dreamy haze
my deepest sorrows to be escaped
and escape they do
onto pen and paper, words and rhymes
melodiously meeting, parting like wind chimes
i know who i am through and through
for what lies within me is my love to you
and adoration so i have been told
can never be discarded
for it is too dear to hold
and if that is so
the place in my heart that holds your touch
my fingertips refusing to let you go
might be the last
thing god takes
when i'm laid in the ground below
when my flesh decays and my roots burrow
when all my words have come undone
that is who i am
not a name,
but a love song
if you're miserable, maybe u need to eat more citrus & open the windows a little wider & read that poetry book you've been putting off & enjoy hot bread with melted butter & go to bed with your phone on do not disturb
I’ve been waiting a year to post this
twitter is rapidly generating some insane kind of brain eating amoeba opinions
twitter has always had stupid takes but ever since tiktok they've just plummeted into unprecedented and unspeakable depths
Gerhard Richter - Overpainted photographs (Rural Landscapes), 2008/09