6:59 AM I've been told that people in the army do more by 7:00 AM than I do in an entire day, but if I wake at 6:59 AM and turn to you to trace the outline of your lips with mine, I will have done enough and killed no one in the process. #poetry #poem

Nihilist in the streets, existentialist in the sheets

THE MOTHS There's a kind of white moth, I don't know what kind, that glimmers by mid-May in the forest, just as the pink moccasin flowers are rising. If you notice anything, it leads you to notice more and more. And anyway I was so full of energy. I was always running around, looking at this and that. If I stopped the pain was unbearable. If I stopped and thought, maybe the world can't be saved, the pain was unbearable. #poetry

I don’t like using the term ‘love of my life’ simply because I don’t believe one knows who the love of his life is until, well, nearing the end of life. It probably won’t be until you’re old and gray that you have clarity about who your heart belonged to the most intensely. Otherwise, it’s just the ‘love of my life *so far*’

Divine. 🇲🇦 View quoted note →

Lust is inadequate but love is exhausting.

26. 🃏

May God humiliate and deafen those who are silent on Gaza. Amen.

Messed around and let myself get hurt by the same person twice. This is a new low for me.

Currently singing Stevie Wonder at a Vegas buffet with the girls dining next to me.

I love parrots 🦜

Who knows, is this the start of something wonderful and new? Or one more dream that I cannot make true? 🎶 #tunestr

I ordered a bundt cake twice today and both times, the delivery driver disappeared after picking up the order. I just want my fucking bundt. I’m about to lose my shit.

Haunting, healing. #tunestr

ICC needs to add Biden to the list. View quoted note →

If I mute someone, why the FUCK do their posts still show up?

This track is very close to my heart. #tunestr

Took a hard fall while ice-skating over a week ago and the nasty bruise on my left leg shows no signs of fading. Still hurts, too. I’m beginning to get attached to it. 😅

I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet. - The Bell Jar

My younger sister got her passport photo retaken today and it turned out like some freshly dropped modeling digitals, without a hint of makeup. I have a stunner for a sis. If she wasn’t my lil baby, I’d be envious.