phobos

1 minute old and don’t know how to eat or drink? Scream

anesthesia

unsettled, uneasy in the last gasp of another month, in the company of a dull chisel that cannot remove heightened melancholy. evening is a blanket, is reflection and reflection and growing piles of dead wood over severed connection, over subtle cues left in suspended animation. the deepest cuts, vertebra fused and a new normal learned alone, without softened hands to guide. visitors here are boxelder, are aphids and house centipedes. there is nothing here that loss cannot take.

The Tortured Poets Department | Taylor Swift | Apr. 19, 2024

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Day 1405 of posting pictures of elephants.

This is Linmai!

Sent to me by @aegor-bamfsteel