I caution you as I was never cautioned:

two meads in and i'm asking my knight if i can feel how sharp his blade is 🤦‍♂️ i'm giggling and kicking my feet too. should i ask him to press it against my neck or is that too forward

my favorite detail in true detective s1 is that neither of them wear seatbelts. i assume this is because rust has a death wish and marty feels emasculated by safety regulations

Can I speak my truth. I don’t think Brienne is even a little gay. I think she’s a kinsey zero who false positives on everyone’s radar. I think if you dropped brienne into new age 2024 she would get treated as a lesbian in her day to day life but whenever a woman liked her she’d be like. Ummmmmmm I’m really sorry but I don’t. Feel like that. I think she’d give lesbianism the good old college try bc of the direness of her male love life and come down firmly on the side of not attracted to women. I think she is quintessential pnw woman who you think is a slam dunk homerun lesbian based on everything about her who drops the word husband on you. I think she gets clocked on sight and mentions a partner named Jaime which makes people go. Okay. Partner i know that game. Jamie easily the name of a lesbian. Easily. And then she drops the he pronouns and you go. Well. Could still be a weird lesbian. And then Jaime is a business major in a frat with generational wealth. And HE is the kinsey five in the relationship.

having engaged some with poetry in workshop settings and as a reader, I've come to think that a part of what makes a good poem is sort of creating a personal language, a microworld of language in which certain words are admissible and certain words are not. you can feel this. sometimes a word is used in a poem and it jangles at you, it feels wrong and awkward and out of place. shoehorned in. but in an elegantly constructed poem, the unexpected arrives with the air of resetting what was previously known and casting it in a new light. “previously known” comes from the other words in the poem and the way they fit with each other. every poet and every poem seems to have a sense of its natural language, and what sounds stilted and stupid in the hands of one poet sounds lovely and fluid in the work of another. which seems to indicate that what matters is not a mastery of many words, but a mastery of few.

im not beating the shy allegations fuck it.. lawyer ill take it from here you have been great. your honor i am shy as fuuuck