#melon mumbles

[sapphicandafraid]

plot twist that the new single is gonna be called “this night” and Dallon just bamboozled everyone

[azure-quill]

Family Picture

Now I can post this heeeeeerrrreeeee !! It's me, as my fursona Melon Mumbles and @ebonytails with her people!!

[sapphicandafraid]

Footnotes

tolerate it - Taylor Swift // Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet - Fall Out Boy // Footnote - Conan Gray

[sapphicandafraid]

I see your face in strangers. does your mother ask about me too? I wonder if I plague your dreams the way you plague mine. you’re in my naps, in my hands, and in my jacket pocket. did you always joke that you’d estrange me because you planned it all along? or did it happen because you grew sick of me? I’m convinced I was supposed to be in love with you but they forgot to write it in my code. communicating through paper cranes and playground eyes. an accent fading away into the background of our laughs. a marriage vow counting down to 35. getting my heart in the post with a “return to sender” stamp over it. not because you didn’t want it but because you never received it. cafe au lait stains and mapping out the constellation of white hairs you have, watching them grow. but I’ll wait in the same diner for you, old friend, right where you left me.

[sapphicandafraid]

getting myself put on a government watchlist so future engineer me doesn’t ever work for Lockheed Martin or Raytheon

[sapphicandafraid]

I keep my jealousy close to my chest. it’s the one thing you can’t have. I wish you would hold me the same way you hold grudges. I’m a copper ring, only gold plated, and slowly turning you green. I wish I didn’t have to pick you out from under my fingernails so often. but my words shoot to kill when I’m mad. I wish you would’ve left me wondering. and I hope that when the day comes, you pick a Thursday.

[sapphicandafraid]

when does the constant feeling of sadness and hopelessness stop being excused as PMS and start being something in the DSM

[sapphicandafraid]

I thought we were matching in misery but I guess you can’t always wear the same thing. the skin from my shoulder to my ear was the only thing that drew you back but I grew tired of the contusions. I forget my place. only a lover at arm’s length on the shortest leash. we flew too close to the sun but only my wings got clipped. I’m a passing thought and a passing fad. you only stare at me now the way one does at a car crash they can’t look away from. some days I think about wrapping my car around a tree if it meant you would look at me again.