shirt that says "i'm not high i just love saying insane sentences that don't make sense"

forgive me lord for I have imagined a life far more soft and tender than the one you created for me

the 3.5mm headphone jack was the wound through which light entered your phone it was a little cave for angels to live in inside your phone and big tech got rid of it cause theyre scared of God the wrong way

the problem with having a decade old tumblr blog is that there are posts on it from a decade ago

i’ve become a completely different person like 5 separate times since making those posts and there are STILL people finding them somehow

yeah im still thinking about the minotaur sorry but just . imagine youre born wrong. imagine your entire existence is a punishment from the gods. for something you had no control over. imagine your mother holds nothing but contempt for you. she wont even look at you, not really, & she keeps crying & you keep crying & reaching towards her with your little arms & someone drags you away from her. & they keep you hidden & alone & a stranger comes & builds an impenetrable prison around you so youre doomed to forever haunt these endless corridors & youve never known kindness or companionship or love. & when they call you a monster. well. you believe them

babe you reblogged orpheuslament minotaur post 23 times are you okay

also I keep seeing people saying they thought richard siken was long dead. one person said they thought he was a colonial poet. quick question. what.

thou art in a wagon with a comely lad