I AM A WANDERING BIRD

ind. sel. DUAL MUSE feat. ARIEL LU (SHUANG 霜) AND SELENE LU (SIYIN 思音), original characters based in the lore of love and deepspace. established may 2025, loved by ro.

[songtranscends]

ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱɪɴɢ. ᴏɴʟʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴇʟʟ, ɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ - ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ.

𝄞 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 ──── independent, selective, & low activity dual muse blog featuring SELENE AND ARIEL, original characters based in the lore of LOVE AND DEEPSPACE. personals & minors DNI. mature content & spoilers present. THEMES OF: [ cosmic and gothic horror, what makes a monster and what makes a man, fear and forgetting, identity and choice, love and other things that transcend death. ] NOT ALWAYS CANON COMPLIANT: I like playing with the lore too much ──── loved by Ro [ mst, she/her, 26 ]

guidelines / selene / ariel

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋: @roscvcins

[songtranscends]

oc blogging is wild I wanna make graphics and im like “lol what graphics…draw???”

[cryptinspo]

𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗙𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗬𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘 / 𝗚𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗠 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 !

❝ the forest listens child, and it remembers. ❞ ❝ don’t touch the thorns unless you wish to bleed for her. ❞ ❝ she promised me a crown of bones, and i said yes. ❞ ❝ keep smiling, wolves don’t like unhappy meals. ❞ ❝ your shadow is walking faster than you. ❞ ❝ the well doesn’t echo; it whispers back. ❞ ❝ every mirror lies, except the broken one. ❞ ❝ the prince isn’t asleep, he’s waiting. ❞ ❝ if you hear music in the trees, run. ❞ ❝ she braided her hair with human veins. ❞ ❝ he swallowed the moon, and now he can’t die. ❞ ❝ the feast is for you… and of you. ❞ ❝ they buried me under the roots, but i grew back. ❞ ❝ the wolf asked me to wear red. ❞ ❝ the fairy’s gift was teeth. ❞ ❝ mother said never to stray from the path, but the path itself moved beneath my feet. ❞ ❝ the witch’s cottage smells of sugar and smoke, but it is the silence inside that makes me afraid. ❞ ❝ he said he would marry me when the roses bloomed black, and this morning i found one in my bed. ❞ ❝ the king offers gold for my hand, but the shadows in his court offer freedom. ❞ ❝ i thought i was dancing with a handsome boy, until i saw the hooves beneath his cloak. ❞ ❝ the villagers smile when they give me bread, but their eyes linger on the knife at my throat. ❞ ❝ a wolf at my door is one thing, this one came wearing my father’s voice. ❞ ❝ when i kissed him, his lips were warm, but his heart was already soil. ❞ ❝ they told me the forest was cursed, yet the trees bowed as i entered. ❞ ❝ the queen said she loved me, but she keeps me locked in a tower of mirrors. ❞ ❝ i thought the song would save me, then i realized it was luring me to the river. ❞ ❝ his smile was kind, until i noticed the teeth were not his own. ❞ ❝ the fairy blessed me at birth, but i’ve been starving ever since. ❞ ❝ the beast asked me what i feared most; i answered, ‘becoming you’.❞ ❝ they told me the story ended happily, but i saw the blood beneath the wedding veil. ❞

[ferrumwulf]

breath  short,  chest  tight,  his  lungs  are  an  immolation  beneath  the  stretch  of  skin  that  encases  the  cage  of  his  ribs.  her  fear  suffocates  the  his  senses──acrid,  like   the  sharpness  of  a  well-tempered  blade  marking  his  viscera  in  twain.   half  of  everything  inside  him  is  hers,  anyways.  

she  retreats  and  he  follows.  like  magnets  drawn  to  each  other's  gravitational  pull.  except  she's  flipped  and  now  he's  all  wrong  and  everything  in  her  repels  his   closeness  when  he  leans  in  to  see  for  himself  which  parts  of  her  are  still   scented  with  his  kairomones.  her  skin  still  wears  the  dark,  wooded  undertone  of  where  his  hands  have  dragged  across  her  stomach  and  hips  as  he  begged  for   succor  in  the  shadows  from  the  temple  firelight,  and  she  granted  it  with  a   goddess'  mercy  upon  his  brow.  the  vessel  of  grace,  crowned  in  miracles.  

but  her  heart  is  her  own  when  it  belongs  to  him  by  blood  and  by  rite  and  by   rights.  even  by  the  promises  made  under  an  inconstant  moon.  and  that  can't  be   fair.  

“you  still  think  i'm  some  savage.”  it's  not  hyperbole  when  it's  true.  “after  all   these  lifetimes.” 

he  presses  the  tip  of  his  tongue  to  the  sharp  canine  tooth  that  glints  in  the   moonlight  that  used  to  be  a  haven  for  them  both.  the  same  moonlight  catches   upon  the  claw  he  raises  to  her  eyeline  for  her  to  see.  and  if  she  sees  menace   in  it,  that  is  a  defect  in  her  eyes.  a  failing  of  her  memory.  

“i've  thought  about  you.  i've  dreamed  about  you.  i've  imagined  you.  i've  followed   you.  i've  found  you.”  every  word  is  an  inch  closer  that  he  nears.  “i've  thought   about  you  far  too  much  not  to  think  about  what  happens  next.  ” the stench of her fear scalds like a great fire, charring his lungs like the ash of her  temple's conflagration in a lifetime past when he burned it  to  the  ground.

fire  purifies.  fire  renews.  through  ashes  and  embers  do  phoenixes  rise,  so  too,  do  they.  

and  so  does  her  hand  when  he  pulls  it  from  where  it  hangs  helpless  at  her  hip,   bringing  it  to  meet  the  velvet  of  his  furry  ears  and  the  downy  softness  of  his   crown.  “  none  of  it  matters  if  you  don't  stop  stinking  like  earth  rot.  the  least  you  could  do  is  remember  me.  ”

[songtranscends]

SOFT.

It's jarring, deceptive, overpowering - warmth and texture beneath her fingertips, a throat bared in return that feels almost like familiarity. The gesture ITSELF carries the quality of something older than memory - known in the way of blurred heat and color and distant voices that do not sound like words yet - the bone deep feeling that a thousand times they have done just this, and another thousand they have burned to ash in the fire, and still another thousand they never find each other at all.

She's certain, somehow, that every time he has found her with her heart in her mouth, he has done exactly this - patient, vexed, carved out in negative space - closed his fingers around her wrist and MADE HER CLAIM HIM AGAIN.

For once - she doesn't overthink. The animal comfort whites out the fear, whites out everything but the heat of him beneath her hand, the smell of him in her lungs. Her fingers twitch, once, and then curl, careful - scritching first beneath the flutter of his ears, and then light against his scalp, carding through short, thick bristled hair, and then drawing down - ghostly, delicate - over the soft underside of his jaw, past the jump of is pulse, the line of his throat, muscle and bone.

HUMAN.

Her fingertip lands on his adam's apple, and stays there, for a moment.

"...It isn't you I'm afraid of," Selene acknowledges, finally.

When she left that temple, she left him too. She'd been leaving since then. Afraid of looking back. Afraid not of his shadow but the moonlight that created it. That the two of them - bound to each other in that place, could never be claimed by each other in any other way.

"...How do you think the story ends this time for us?" She asks, a moment later, quiet. Compelled to STAY, for once, exactly here, exactly in this minute. A smile curls at her lips - and she looks as uncertain and tired as she did a thousand moons ago, standing in the dark, barefoot on crumbling stone, smelling like incense and ancient tomes and sweet and salt and his, "Because you've chased and I've run and it always goes the SAME way."

[songtranscends]

damn i think im gonna miss that lil pup anyway

[songtranscends]

i kind of think selene may just be peak "when is a monster not a monster" collector and i think that's very chef's kiss of her actually

[songtranscends]

@ferrumwulf asked : ❝ i have walked through centuries and never found forgiveness. ❞ — selene - GREEK MYTHOLOGY (ACCEPTING)

The compulsion to flee is physical - pinpricks beneath the skin, the distinct needle of a sightline like a pulse of cool electricity weaving into her spine, the hum of blood in her ears as the air thins - ancient music set to an ancient dance, the invisible thread between PREY AND PREDATOR connecting - now drawn tight enough to snap.

Tight enough to remain, for the moment - STILL AND OPEN. Close enough that in the moonlight he can see the gleam of her throat. Close enough that he might draw blood, if he wished to.

Her breath is shallow. She admits, looking back into the golden eyes fixed on her, "...I have never found it either."

Centuries ago, the temple CRUMBLED. She has seen it since - salt roughed stone and rotted paper and clean, yellowed bones - half sunken into the sea, as impermanent as anything made with human hands, even ones carrying the will of gods. Silent now, and not as she last remembered.

Centuries ago, the girl ran, and he must have chased. Every step further from where she had been kept, from where her fate was supposed to take her - but with every step she dreamed and realized more destruction, more death, more carnage.

Now - centuries later, she is still running. He is still chasing. Like two lost children, or like machinery left running too long with nothing but preliminary instructions.

"...You've caught me," She said, finally, a moment later. "...Did you think about what happens next?"

[cryptinspo]

– 𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 !  an  assortment  of  a  bit  more  ‘serious’  prompts.

❝ the gods are not cruel, they are merely curious. ❞

❝ i have seen empires rise like prayers and fall like silence. ❞

❝ immortality is a slow kind of hunger. ❞

❝ even the divine grow tired of being worshiped. ❞

❝ i once loved a mortal. now the stars whisper his name. ❞

❝ the sea does not forgive. it only remembers differently. ❞

❝ they called me a myth to make me easier to forget. ❞

❝ the sun envies those who can set. ❞

❝ every prophecy is just nostalgia disguised as fate. ❞

❝ my hands remember the shape of creation. ❞

❝ even the gods kneel to time. ❞

❝ i wore divinity like a wound. ❞

❝ there is no glory in eternity, only repetition. ❞

❝ i loved you in every age, and none of them were kind. ❞

❝ the altar still smells like your prayers. ❞

❝ lightning does not ask for forgiveness. ❞

❝ to be feared is not the same as being known. ❞

❝ my heart beats slower than centuries. ❞

❝ the constellations were once my mistakes. ❞

❝ you built temples for me, but i lived in storms. ❞

❝ love, like prophecy, never asks permission. ❞

❝ i have turned grief into galaxies. ❞

❝ mortals call it tragedy. we call it memory. ❞

❝ i spoke the world into being and have been silent since. ❞

❝ the ocean taught me patience, then drowned me in it. ❞

❝ i am both the curse and the cure. ❞

❝ eternity is not mercy. it is echo. ❞

❝ he swore devotion, and i answered with thunder. ❞

❝ the moon only reflects because it cannot burn. ❞

❝ i am the story the poets feared to finish. ❞

❝ divinity is just loneliness with better lighting. ❞

❝ mortals die once. gods die endlessly in legend. ❞

❝ the fates never speak, but their silence threads everything. ❞

❝ i have loved across lifetimes, and each time, it ruins me. ❞

❝ creation was easy. enduring it was not. ❞

❝ my name has been worshiped, cursed, and forgotten, in that order. ❞

❝ the stars are just old gods pretending to be light. ❞

❝ i do not dream. i remember. ❞

❝ he prayed for glory. i gave him consequence. ❞

❝ thunder is only my heartbeat caught in the sky. ❞

❝ i built the world, but i cannot rebuild myself. ❞

❝ every offering is a confession. ❞

❝ i envied mortals their endings. ❞

❝ the divine bleed in metaphors. ❞

❝ i carved your name into eternity, and eternity flinched. ❞

❝ even olympus trembles when the heart remembers. ❞

❝ i have walked through centuries and never found forgiveness. ❞

❝ the gods are not kind, but they are honest. ❞

❝ i loved you like ruin loves beauty. completely. ❞

❝ divinity was never a gift. it was the punishment for wanting more. ❞

[expressions-of-nature]

by Zhou Hong

[songtranscends]

holy fuck i've been gone for a month

[absolmemes]

☾ kinky action prompts.

some prompts exploring kinks, fetishes, and other inclinations. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.

✧ sender lightly traces patterns on receiver's skin with a knife's spine. ✧ sender brings a blade just shy of receiver's skin to raise tension. ✧ sender holds a knife to receiver's neck. ✧ sender presses the chilled flat of a knife against receiver's skin. ✧ sender draws small scratches on receiver's skin with a knife's tip. ✧ sender makes receiver watch while they sharpen their knife. ✧ sender slaps receiver with the flat of a knife. ✧ sender penetrates receiver with a knife handle. ✧ sender snips through receiver's underwear / shirt. ✧ sender cuts receiver's shirt into tatters. ✧ sender uses a knife to cut away the rope binding receiver. ✧ sender makes receiver suck on an unloaded gun. ✧ sender penetrates receiver with an unloaded gun. ✧ sender holds an unloaded gun to receiver's head during sex. ✧ sender verbally taunts receiver into crying. ✧ sender tilts receiver's head up to watch tears gather in their eyes. ✧ sender cups receiver's face and wipes each tear as it falls. ✧ sender overstimulates receiver until they cry. ✧ sender edges receiver until they cry. ✧ sender gags on receiver during oral until tears spill from their eyes. ✧ sender teases receiver until they are desperate enough to cry. ✧ sender slowly counts down, giving receiver a head start in a chase. ✧ sender forces receiver to their knees after the chase ends. ✧ sender tackles receiver to the ground and pins them there. ✧ sender wrestles receiver and straddles them after a brief chase. ✧ sender stalks receiver in slow circles, waiting for them to run. ✧ sender chases receiver through the woods / an abandoned building. ✧ sender shoves receiver across open ground to make them run again. ✧ sender corners receiver in a dead-end hallway. ✧ sender tracks down receiver using the sound of their breathing. ✧ sender pins receiver's wrists with one hand and holds their throat with the other. ✧ sender uses their forearm across receiver's throat while keeping them pinned beneath their weight. ✧ sender drags receiver into their lap and tightens a chokehold from behind. ✧ sender tightens their hand at receiver's neck just as they're about to climax. ✧ sender drives receiver against the wall in a rough tackle. ✧ sender wrestles free of receiver's grip and shoves them onto their back. ✧ sender overpowers receiver in the struggle. ✧ sender yanks receiver by the hair to steal control. ✧ sender ties receiver's wrists above their head. ✧ sender fastens handcuffs around receiver's wrists. ✧ sender secures receiver's hands behind their back with a firm knot. ✧ sender ties receiver to a chair and spreads their legs apart. ✧ sender adorns receiver's chest and arms with elaborate ropework. ✧ sender changes rhythm abruptly to keep receiver from climaxing. ✧ sender holds receiver still and refuses to let them finish. ✧ sender removes all contact and watches receiver struggle with the sudden absence. ✧ sender forces receiver to beg for their release. ✧ sender brings receiver to the edge multiple times before finally letting them finish.

[songtranscends]

@misericordiis asked : 🌊📝✨ (both of them)😶🤔✏️ and What makes you feel most appreciated as an RP partner? - MUNDAY QUESTIONS (ACCEPTING)

🌊 Do you prefer plotting everything out or going with the flow?

A good healthy mix! I enjoy a sandbox to play in with defined parameters but roughly infinite branches to play out within those parameters. Plotting first and then branching off for spontaneous writing once we've relatively figured out what our muses could be to each other or a scenario to put them in is my perfect balance! That said, I'm decently flexible and can either plot to the detail or just pants.

📝 Do you prefer short replies or long, detailed ones?

The perfect balance to me is like, two big paragraphs or three small paragraphs. I feel like my replies always balloon into like, ten though. Really I think just do what the muse tells you to - gimme something, but there's also no need to waffle just for the sake of waffling, you know.

✨ What’s your favourite thing about your muse(s)?

For Miss Selene: the way she keeps hoping while telling herself she has no hope. It's the (actual) most human thing about her and it never changes.

For Ariel: I did not originally intend for him to be like Ariel from the Tempest, but I enjoy his mercurial impish trickster vibes.

😶 Are you shy about approaching new RP partners?

YES. I have been doing this since 2015 and somehow have not kicked my new partner shyness. If I followed you and have not reached out to you or have not reached out to you frequently it is literally because I AM SHY AND I AM AFRAID OF BOTHERING YOU / FEEL LIKE I NEED AN EXCUSE TO EVEN TALK TO YOU. That said once I get comfortable it's a lot easier for me to just slide into DMs. The consensus is I think I'm slower to warm up to new people but once I do you'll never get rid of me.

🤔 What’s something you’ve never tried in RP but want to?

I've tried it but I've never had a three way thread go right. I feel I've also never had a steady enough trio ooc relationship for a three way thread to go right?

✏️ Do you write outside of RP (stories, poetry, etc.)?

oops YOU CAUGHT ME. I do. Currently trying to blast through a novel for a manuscript contest! Except I have 5 other novel ideas on the brain so I'm also simultaneously juggling those. I also used to write poetry and still do when the fancy strikes but I dont' know if I'd call it poetry so much as metered/rhythmic prose.

🫶 What makes you feel most appreciated as an RP partner?

Specific to being on an OC blog: it always, always, ALWAYS gives me happiness when a partner INTEGRATES into the universe I create. Something about my muses and my backstories being taken seriously enough that someone else looks at it and says "huh, maybe we can spin out an au from here" like they would a canon????? Happy writer butterflies.

[rybacanu]

࿐ Love Beyond the Grave 白日提灯 ‧ 2026 ‧ Dir. Zoe Qin — Episode 8

[raesource]

munday questions

📅 How long have you been roleplaying, and what got you started?

🌊 Do you prefer plotting everything out or going with the flow?

🪞 How similar are you to your muse(s)?

🎭 What’s your favourite genre to roleplay (angst, fluff, horror, etc.)?

💖 What’s a trope you love and will never get tired of?

🚫 What’s a trope you avoid or dislike?

🎧 Do you associate songs with your muse(s)? If so, share one!

🥹 Do you ever get emotionally affected by your threads?

🛋️ What’s your ideal RP writing environment (music, silence, chaos)?

✨ What’s your favourite thing about your muse(s)?

⏳ How long does it usually take you to reply to threads?

📝 Do you prefer short replies or long, detailed ones?

🏆 What’s your proudest thread or RP moment?

🌐 Do you enjoy crossovers with other fandoms?

🕵️ Do you stalk blogs before following them? Be honest.

💕 Who are you having the most fun writing with, at the moment?

😶 Are you shy about approaching new RP partners?

🌟 Where do you get inspiration for your writing?

🖼️ Do you make edits, moodboards, or playlists for your muse(s)?

😭 What’s the saddest scene you’ve ever written?

✈️ If your muse(s) could go anywhere, where would they go?

🎁 What’s a random fun fact about you (the mun)?

💻 Do you RP mostly on mobile or desktop?

🌙 Have you ever stayed up way too late just to reply?

🎲 Do you like doing random starter calls or planned plots more?

🤔 What’s something you’ve never tried in RP but want to?

✍️ Has your writing style changed over time? How?

🎯 Do you set personal goals for your RP (activity, improvement, etc.)?

🧪 Have you ever experimented with a completely different writing style or format?

🧑‍🎨 Do you prefer original characters, canon characters, or a mix?

📊 How much research do you do for your threads (if any)?

🔐 Do you keep secrets about your muse(s) from other writers on purpose?

✏️ Do you write outside of RP (stories, poetry, etc.)?

⛰️ What’s the hardest part of roleplaying for you?

🧱 What helps you get out of writer’s block?

📐 Do you prefer long-term threads or short interactions?

🚪 How do you usually start a new thread? Dialogue, action, or description?

⛓️‍💥 Have you ever taken a long break from RP? What brought you back?

🧠 Do you believe muses “have a mind of their own”?

✂️ How much do you edit your replies before posting?

🎬 Has any media (show/movie/game) recently inspired your RP?

🌀 Do you enjoy chaotic threads or calmer, character-focused ones?

🌱 How do you develop your muse(s) over time?

⚡ What’s something small that instantly makes you excited to reply?

📥 Have you ever adopted ideas from other writers into your own headcanon?

⚔️ Do you like conflict-heavy plots or softer dynamics more?

🪫 How do you handle losing motivation for a thread?

📦 If you had to move your RP somewhere else, where would you go?

🛑 Do you have any RP boundaries or topics you will not write?

😤 Do you have any pet peeves when it comes to RP partners or threads?

💌 Do you prefer people to DM you for plotting, or just jump into asks/starters?

🔄 How do you feel about dropping threads vs. pushing through them?

🫶 What makes you feel most appreciated as an RP partner?

👤 Do you ever write characters very different from yourself on purpose?

📚 Do you reread your old threads? Why or why not?

🎮 If your muse(s) were in a different genre (fantasy, modern, sci-fi), what would change?

[yokaimemes]

how can i help you … write with my oc?

sometimes, it can be hard to get engagement as an oc writer, but it can be equally hard to explain what would help you engage with an oc writer! this meme is meant for oc writers who might like some ideas on how to help their followers engage with them, as well as provide a guided list of potential things that may help those looking to write with their mutuals' ocs!

📖 : more information about their backstory or lore!

👥 : more information about how they interact or engage with the people around them!

🌐 : more information about how they interact with the location/world around them!

🔗 : links for where to find more information you may have already posted about them!

🗣 : i'd like to first plot out how our characters could interact!

🤝 : i think our ideas or lore may not mesh or match, and would like to discuss how we can meet in the middle!

📝 : i'd love to hear potential interactions or plot hooks you're interested in for your oc(s), so i can use those as a jumping off point!

❔️: other (please specify what would help you best!)

it can be difficult interacting with others, both as an oc writer and as someone looking to engage with another's ocs, but it doesn't have to be—sometimes we just need a little help!

[mythshire]

°✧*:·゚   𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐘𝐋 ··· a collection of 1970s rock & roll romance, band drama, groupie culture & backstage heartbreak roleplay sentence starters. genre: 70s music scene, sex, drugs, and rock n roll, touring angst. 

• The label wants the album done in six weeks. We can barely be in the same room for six minutes. • You're high again. We go on in twenty minutes. • I heard the demo. You changed the lyrics we wrote together. • This band is falling apart and you're too stoned to notice. • You slept with [insert name]. After the forum show. Everyone knows. • I can't write with you anymore. Every song turns into a fight. • The tour manager found the coke in your guitar case. • You dedicated that song to someone else. On stage. In front of ten thousand people. • Your girlfriend showed up at soundcheck. The one you said you broke up with. • I'm leaving the band. After the European leg, I'm done. • We can't keep doing this—fighting all day and falling into bed together all night. • I saw you leave with [insert name] after the party. Don't insult me by lying about it. • Remember when we started this band in your garage? When did it get so complicated? • You're drinking straight whiskey at noon. We have a radio interview in an hour. • The new song is about me leaving, isn't it? • I can't tell if you hate me or if you're in love with me, and I think you can't either. • They offered me a solo contract. A real one. With Mercury Records. • You missed the bus. Again. The rest of us waited for three hours. • Stop looking at me like that when we're on stage. People are starting to talk. • I heard you in the hotel room next door. With someone who definitely wasn't me. • The vinyl's pressed. The album's done. And we barely spoke during the entire recording. • You want writing credit on a song you didn't even show up to record. • I'm not your muse anymore. Find someone else to bleed into your lyrics. • We sold out Madison Square Garden and you look absolutely miserable about it. • I rewrote the bridge. Without you. It's better now. • The groupies wait for you after every show. Like you're some kind of god. • I can't tell what's real between us and what's just good for the image anymore. • They want us to fake date for the publicity. For the album release. • You OD'd in Phoenix. They had to cancel three shows. Do you even care? • I'm sick of being the stable one while you get to be the tortured artist. • The documentary crew asked why we don't write together anymore. What did you tell them? • We have to duet on this track. For the single. Can you manage that? • You haven't looked at me since that night in Laurel Canyon. • The Grammys are next month. We'll have to walk the carpet together. Smile for the cameras. • I heard you through the walls last night. Crying. Playing the same chord progression over and over. • You're twenty minutes late to your own album listening party. • I kept the polaroid from Woodstock. The one where we actually looked happy. • They're calling us the next Fleetwood Mac. Guess they know a beautiful disaster when they see one. • You can have the master tapes. I just want out.

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how does one Come Back from a hiatus of five million years