keats (the rat king)

there's something haunted about coming to tumblr after so long. and not having my account me an indie rp account. however, tiktok is rancid and i cannot stop seeing it. everything is covered in a thick dusting of cheeto powder and i am in a state of 'ick' there. which is exhausting. i am at my best with communication when writing, but i am at my happiest with communication when yapping in videos on the internet. so. we will see what this turns into. i don't even know how to use this website outside of the indie rp community to be honest. this is what life is now i guess. i checked with my tarot cards and they just keep drawing coins and reminding me just how much work we are all going to have to put in from here on out. so. tasks for the year: start streaming on twitch, never stop reading nonfiction, do something for disabled folks in canada, scream about the world ending, and write my book, ruin of man.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed // And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. // (I think I made you up inside my head.)