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Fai_Ryy
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Love Begins
Misplaced Lens Cap
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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oozey mess
@theartofmadeline
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Jules of Nature
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Peter Solarz
Claire Keane
Kaledo Art
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@musicmybelovedsavior
Hi everyone! On this alt account I hope to share some of my creative processes for writing music (just to clarify, I'm not saying it's good music, you've been warned).
I have a band and song waiting in production, and I hope to be able to tell you about it soon.
But until that time comes, enjoy my verbal ramblings and music.
I love you all and thank you for stopping by.
Fachada
Quien te crea
Que te aguante
Tu complejo de "Nice guy"
Maldito!
Mosca muerta!
Por favor
Ahórrate el acto ya
Siempre preguntándote
Porque el amor no dura más
Y no toca a tu puerta
Para de mentir
Comienza a asumir
Que tu performance
No funcionará
Quien te crea
Que te aguante
Tu papel de "shy guy"
Un indeciso
Un soso
Sin nada que decir
Maldito!
Mosca muerta!
La fachada deja ya
Que ésta no te queda
Ni te quedará
Como un hipocrita
Lastimero
Y mentiroso
"nice guy"
Es lo que en tu currículum quedará
"for your eyes only" kind of love
The Shame
Still hidden from you
Ashamed
Not of choosen you
I'll never regret that
Ashamed of feeling
Ashamed of longing for my heart's little wish
A month has passed
And I promised myself
I wouldn't be ashamed anymore
I guess suppressing my feelings isn't the answer
I guess feeling my knees shake every time I see you isn't right, is it?
But I'm tired of thinking about what you're thinking
What do you see when I walk in front of you
The pity I provoke in you
The bullet you dodged
Or something different
That neither of us will ever say out loud
Almost secretly
Almost undiscovered, almost miraculously
Tenderly, shyly
There really is a light in you
That after all this time
After all the confusion
After the grief
I can say that I will miss it in my ilusions
Now that you know the words of my heart
I will no longer be ashamed to yearn
The way I do
I will love in my own way
And someone will come too
It wasn't you this time
And that's okay
I hope this is the last time I miss you
I owe it to myself
Please take care of yourself
If the cards were true
See you around, boy
Proudly, without shame
Behind our eyes
We locked eyes once
And I see stars
We locked eyes twice
And see a shimmery future
We locked thrice
And the unspoken truth
Bring me to knees
What lies behind our eyes?
Hidden passion
Meaningless
We locked eyes once again
And I still can't decipher you
But honestly
At this point, your eyes are just that
No longer where my dreams were once born
No longer where my soul was disturbed
That's all it was
We locked eyes for the last time and I said goodbye to them.
Coppery eyes, farewell, farewell never.
Why do you keep lurking?
I'm annoyed
Seeing your face gives me chills
Seeing your erratic actions
Make me wonder
Why do you keep lurking?
The fuck
You know that I know
You're lurking, boy, don't lie
I know you know
You're still on my mind
And I don't know if it's part of some twisted game of yours
Or is it just my stupid, self-centered heart
Who keeps screaming
Tearing my lungs
Every time you stick your head out for a minute
And you leave
Every damn time
I don't know if it's compassion
Thing I don't want from you
Or if it's just feeding your ego
Is my reaction entertaining for your show?
Thing that tastes sour in my mouth
Or why do you keep lurking?
Play and fall by your own hand
This can be a two-person game
And I could play it
God knows I've fallen before
By glances
And maybe it won't be the last time I fall for this
But have the courage to tell me to my face
I'm not crazy
That you were just a coward
He couldn't stop the train before it crashed
And now you're lurking around?
Dude, you don't make it easy
But you're not as cool as I thought,
You're boring, a beige canva
A personality sucker, an imitator
Go find yourself a new place
Lurker.
I never dreamed of you
Nightmares are terrifying
Dreams, revealing
Not always so crystal clear
But with certainty I can say
I never dreamed of you
People from the past
Places from the future
People I've never meet
Situations I've never experience
And I never dreamed of you
I tried to, really tried to
Summon you in them
That was a sign I couldn't read?
Why I couldn't dream of you?
Maybe
Because you weren't meant to belong to that world
My world, my dreams.
Two of Cups Card
I was skeptical
Searching in the cards for a fateful end
I felt it in my gut
My defeatist heart
With my mind as clear as ever
But I decided to believe in the two of cups card
How stupid I was
Only prolonged the slow crash out
I could already feel it in my bones
But I wanted to believe in something, you know?
I'm not a believer, so why change my nature now?
Because sometimes a two of cups gives you hope
It makes you happy
Makes you yearn
Makes you wish on every lit candle
And sometimes desperate with the moon as your companion
Two of cups, I hope you don't come back if you don't intend to.
No more cards for me
No more trying to read destiny
At this stage of life
I should know better
Nothing good comes from wishing.
Mr. I-Won't-Say-Your-Name-Aloud
I believe in the power of names
And that about saying them out loud
They acquire a weight in your life
They become real
I know you're real
That you are made of flesh and blood
But the ghost of what we could have been don't
So no, Mr. I-Won't-Say-Your-Name-Aloud
I know I never had the right to call you by your name
So I gave you a lovely one
And put you on my pedestal
You'll always gonna be that precious metal in my heart
And apparently someone else's, too
You have no right over my light
Please don't call my mind anymore
If you ever knew my name
Forget it and watch me shine
And yeah
You can even call me Ms. Supernova
And weep for the star that will never shine for you.
I send you my best wishes, Mr. I-Won't-Say-Your-Name-Aloud
Cruel Summer
Every summer
The rain is pouring
Down my spine
Down my face
A birthday dream
Never came true
So I'll wait for the change
I'll wait for this blue to fade away
Someday, somehow
For now, it's another cruel summer
In which I hope I don't cry
Hope I don't have another broken heart
Another goodbye I can't bear
From a version of myself that I never knew
And for which I will always mourn
Telling me to be quiet
Is basically asking for me to riot
today I found out my mother doesn’t know what dandelions are and now I’m wondering what other strange secrets she’s been quietly harboring
Where do you live that you don’t have dandelions?
we have dandelions EVERYWHERE, they are basically our State Weed, it is absolutely impossible that my mom has never interacted with a dandelion before, this requires further investigation
So after extensive interrogation I have an update:
my mom is in fact aware that dandelions exist. she temporarily forgot the name and there was some miscommunication.
the truth is actually weirder
she’s aware dandelions look like this
she is familiar with this flower. she knows the name of this flower. she declines to believe, however, that these are also dandelions
she does not believe these are the same plant. I tried to explain, and she thought I was either misinformed or lying. so I asked her what exactly did she think the yellow ones were called?
she answered, with complete confidence: Daffodils.
gosh I enjoy this website
For comparison, this is a daffodil
See, folks in the southern US will tell you up and down those are buttercups, actually.
i don’t think so? i’m southern and buttercups are what we call these things (much tinier)
Wait I thought those bigger cup ones were Easter Lillies???
This is an Easter Lily. It is an actual lily and therefore deadly to cats.
They’re marigolds and I know a bitch when I see one!
This is a marigold:
….we need to start taking the phrase “go touch grass” more literally. go outside and examine a flower i beg u
Seeing You Again
I long to see you
Every time
And now that you're here
I wonder
What are you doing here again?
Why can't you leave my mind alone?
I don't want to see you anymore
But I want to see you again
To prove that I'm okay
That I'm moving forward
And I'm above this
Until I stumble again
And everything falls apart again
Though I don't return to the ruins
It's just the shock
And I take it as a small victory
You still stir my mind
But not my heart
The gossip still echoes behind your back
In my ears
But it's starting to stop hurting
I still want to know who you are
But what's the point now?
You've taken a stand
And I won't question it anymore
Be it your truth, be it your lie
Be it your fear, be it your compromise
Nothing will change
So is it seeing you or not seeing you anymore?
It's not black and white
Go your own way
And I'll go mine
Glasses
I want to forget
I don't want to see you anymore
What else can I do
When I've already taken my glasses off
And you're still a vision
In the periphery of my eyes
In the back of my mind
I'm tired of shaking
I'm angry with myself for reacting
To what it'll say
The version of you I invented
While the real version of you
Keeps sleeping
Keeps existing
Ignoring what stirs within me
Maybe, even living off it
But I'll put my glasses back
To allow my irises to shine
To allow myself to see new dreams
New hopes
Through a new lens
Anteojos
Me quiero olvidar
No te quiero ver más
Que más puedo yo hacer
Cuando los anteojos me he quitado ya
Y aún sigues siendo una visión
En la periferia de mis ojos
En el fondo de mi mente
Estoy cansada de temblar
Estoy molesta conmigo por reaccionar
Al que dirá
La versión de ti que me inventé
Mientras la versión real de ti
Sigue durmiendo
Sigue existiendo
Ignorando lo que revoluciona en mi
Tal vez viviendo a costa de ello
Me pondré de nuevo los anteojos
Para permitir que mis irises brillen
Para permitirme ver nuevos sueños
Nuevas esperanzas
A través de un nuevo lente.
Señales
Caí por el viento
Por una visión
Me equivoqué por conectar
Señales que fueron recibidas
Pero nunca enviadas.
Un lienzo beige salpicado de cobre
Fue lo que necesité
Para seguir creyendo en el destino
Que eras un mensaje de Selene y las estrellas
A cada noche que soñé y desespere.
Conexiones creé
Y caminé hasta medio camino
Incluso un poco más
Y aún con ello
El tiempo
El espacio
Tu, no pudiste alcanzar el roce de nuestros dedos.
Supongo que no será en esta vida
Supongo que tampoco será en la siguiente
Así que adiós al chico de cobre, adiós P
Por todo, por nada
Está bien
Seguiré creyendo en las señales
Seguiré creyendo en el amor
Seguiré enviando señales al mundo
De qué sigo aquí y sigo creyendo.
