#c0222f

Take a look around, my dear, and see which way the river's flowing. Take a look inside, right here, to find your broken piece is showing. Take a look above, right here, remember missing things worth knowing. Take a look below, my dear…

Take a look below:

Fall into the space between the shattered sanctum and the dream.

Reality has several streams and you can slip through, so it seems.

You tripped into the great demise, tore rainbow holes right through the sky.

You broke apart and then you died, but after you returned all right.

Take a look around, my dear, and see that we've been redesigned. Take a look inside, right here, and maybe you'll find peace of mind. But don’t go outside, I fear the natural order's undefined. Take a look below, I know…

Take a look below:

You’ll fall into the space between the shattered sanctum and the stream.

You’re shattered, but you are complete, just like Akasha’s balance sheet.

You sank into the darkest sea beneath the rotted world-tree.

You lived and died a sacred leaf, but then you came right back to me.

And it literally ticks every single one of my boxes for special interest fodder.

I'm not even kidding I'm salivating over this adorable game.

Unfortunately, I'm disabled and like other people on the spectrum, lack a sense of delayed gratification, and I don't have $12 to buy this game right now. I could wait a little while, but I could also propose an exchange of gifts!!

Karl Marx said I had sexual capital so I'd like to trade some of it in while the getting is good.

She sleeps a lot lol.

cw: dissociation

If life's like a movie mine runs in reverse:

it starts with a climax and ends with a curse.

I'm drowning in words and old verses, fake prayers,

wish one line was worth it, might come to me later.

My songs are both tired and wired; they can't sound like theirs:

"she wants to be human, but life laid her bare."

fills my heart:

when we're together,

when we're apart

became a pain

behind my eyes:

deep in my soul

I thought somewhere I'd try to take    // a few things off before I break: The red dress to the forest floor    // I don't want to be this anymore!

So now I'm walking through my forest    // hand in hand, but I'm with you. Yet I live here, and you're my tourist,    // just do what you came to do.

i was sprinting down a pathway in the night, by an ice sheet until i saw under the frozen surface a pressing, lonely darkness broken only by the stars exploding under sodium lights of the compound here on mars

and i thought, wow, this night will probably only last a little longer than one back home but id die again a thousand times for eighteen and a half more minutes alone

with you

and i hold your hand as the service shuttle lands on the drydock wondering if theyre coming to relieve us wondering if the war has ended wondering if theyll ever believe us wondering if this message has sended wondering if the research — what are we even doing here?

so i hold hands with you as we exchange questions for two

guessing if our hometown survived guessing if anyone back home is alive guessing if they'd recognize us at all are any of these thoughts even mine?

and they walk right past us kicking up dust as a satellite whizzes by overhead a memory whizzes by in your head and our helmets bump together like children playing pretend forever and all id like to do on this night is test out what it might be like to tell the commandante "smell you later" to try to ride this stolen bicycle down the slopes of Korolev

with you