#babedrabbles

if english isn't your first language i love you. i love you the way i love accidental poetry, the way that a phrase is technically grammatically correct but feels odd; beautiful; a sentence i want to reread to feel again. i never know how much on purpose it is, whether it's part of an art style or a byproduct of using a mouth to make unfamiliar shapes. either way i love it. either way i love you.

Hmm.. bought some pretty lingerie(I'm talking like lacy nightgown, a short one in black and a long one in white bc that's what they had at goodwill, the white one's pretty see-thru) and lemme tell ya I am SO excited for when my lover and I live together and she can come back from her evening shift to me cooking dinner, in our little kitchen, naked except for the lacy nightgown.. literally as I was trying them on I was thinking about how she would want to touch me so badly but would mostly refrain bc I was managing food.. I know she'd be surprised and I would lean into her as she stood next to or behind me, giving her kisses along her jaw and lips as her strong arms held me. And we would eat and clean up and then I'd ask her if we could cuddle, knowing full well that's not actually where it'll be headed.... yeah

all artistic mediums are constantly in dialogue with each other btw. like a song's lyrics might fit the melody but what about how they look written out as their own poem. what about adding the instrumentals back in. does that change how the poem sounds, how the poem is

Noticed in the shower that I had some stretch marks on my hips.. immediately had the thought Those are so bad and ugly immediately followed by the thought Actually Wait .. they look So cool ... I have concluded that it is silly to hate stretch marks mine personally look like the marks an angel would leave behind if one had gripped my hips, like sparks spraying from a fire, flecked and evidence of a brightness larger than life itself