I got the wind right here in a jar
I got the rain on tap at the bar
I got sunshine up on the shelf
Allow me to introduce myself:
Brother, what’s my name?
My name is-
Our Lady of the Underground
— Persephone, Hadestown

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I got the wind right here in a jar
I got the rain on tap at the bar
I got sunshine up on the shelf
Allow me to introduce myself:
Brother, what’s my name?
My name is-
Our Lady of the Underground
— Persephone, Hadestown
Remember to-a always speak a-your mind!!
I eat cereal with water
By Anke Grunow
someone: *mentions a tri-state area*
my brain to this day:
thinking bout 2019 and how i took her for granted
Richard Siken, “Snow and Dirty Rain,” Crush (2005) // Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (2019)
[”We have not touched the stars, / nor are we forgiven, which brings us back / to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes, / not from the absence of violence, but despite / the abundance of it.”
“All this time I told myself we were born from war—but I was wrong, Ma. We were born from beauty. Let no one mistake us for the fruit of violence—but that violence, having passed through the fruit, failed to spoil it.”]
Morning light
*writing in my diary using a glitter gel pen* I'm losing my sense of humanity
U ever wanna just take your own brain out and soak it in a nice ibuprofen solution for a little bit
Ain’t much but it helps for the length of an episode
🍂 a prelude to the season 🍂
𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨:
empty perfume bottles
abandoned castles
pressed flowers
smell of soil after rain
old books with dust all over them
walking all alone in a museum hall
languages that humanity no longer uses
stars, the moon, the entire universe and it's secrets
Sleeping Beauty in the Wood by Maxfield Parrish // Jackie and Wilson by Hozier
Ambrosia by Hélène Delmaire // In a Week by Hozier
Christina’s World by Andrew Wyeth // To Be Alone by Hozier