someday.

hi, i’m muthwoom :) poetry + memes | 26 | she/her | enfp | poet, musician, artist | weaving my sentences with just enough honeyed words.

[signedthemoon]

— isa b. my desire is simple, safety.

[julianplum]

🍄 🍁 🐌 🐜 🪳✨ // Omphalotus illudens, the bioluminescent jack o' lantern mushroom // gouache on paper

[muthwoom]

MY HUSBAND ASKS WHY I NEVER WRITE ABOUT HIM | L. E. Bowman

[etoile-noirre]

having someone who understands your brain is a different type of intimacy.

[muthwoom]

bestied so hard i married my mutual

[muthwoom]

Girls, your poems are just too beautiful, i wanna be friends w you

i would love to be friends!! thank you so much!!

*:･ﾟ✧ ♡ ✧ ･ﾟ:*

[muthwoom]

i didn’t know loving you would come back to haunt me. i sat and talked with that ghost until she grew wings and flew away and things will never be the same but i didn’t want them to be anyway, i’m too fond of change to be chained to familiarity, i lust too much for variance to just be comfortable in idleness and i crave diversity too deeply to be diverted by simplicity. i didn’t know loving you would come back to haunt me but by loving you i found out that i didn’t know how to love me, didn’t know how to stay silent and enjoy — not endure — my own company, didn’t know what i needed to feel sure and strong and free and unencumbered by insecurities. loving you did come back to haunt me, yes, but eventually leaving you was what made me love me.

[muthwoom]

how can anyone think cats don’t love you back. my sweet baby nutmeg is cuddling with me and you’re telling me she doesn’t love me. just because she chose to come cuddle and i didn’t tell her to.

love is so much more precious when they choose you.

[muthwoom]

[muthwoom]

how can anyone think cats don’t love you back. my sweet baby nutmeg is cuddling with me and you’re telling me she doesn’t love me. just because she chose to come cuddle and i didn’t tell her to.

love is so much more precious when they choose you.

[muthwoom]

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may we all be little fungi

dancing on the forest floor

¡

~ @pocketfullofpoesies 😁

[freakoutgirl]

some people are afraid to be cheesy. I live my whole life on the charcuterie board

[resqectable]

“Some people care too much. I think it’s called love.”

— A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

[muthwoom]

Eulogy

Please, pity not the flightless bird

who’s finally found Icarus wings,

nor should you weep o’er death of her

for whom all lovely Nature sings.

More beautiful than Life was she

whose heart, though torn, was made to mend,

and, doing so, made Destiny

her everlasting dearest friend.

Tragic though a life cut short

would seem, a rarer joy is this:

that ending this young life brings forth

a newly born lifetime of bliss.

[muthwoom]

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blessed ask, i am in love

[muthwoom]

and yet again, my mind’s eye

is blinded by you;

still i try to

tamp it down and keep the lid on

tight, like how i want to hold you.

those hazy, foggy days and nights,

you putting all my wrongs to rights,

showing me the depths

of my longing can’t be swept

away

(like you have me, right off my feet)

under a rug or into a corner.

(so cliche, but how else am i to say

you’re the first to ever come close

to making forever seem only a day?)

— i’d spend an eternity of forevers with you.

[muthwoom]

when i saw you at the altar, the aisle couldn’t have been short enough.

— i loved you faster than i could run

[muthwoom]

warmth |’wôrmTH| (n.)

your kisses on my shoulder in the ember moments after the passionate flame; the heat you bloom in my chest: you gaze at me with a warmth that could melt any ice left in my heart.