to be the muse of my muse...why, it's the greatest honor that could ever be bestowed upon me πΏπΆ
fashionably late to my own anniversary with Orpheus, as is par for the course β however, I think he won't behoove me my tardiness since I wanted to make sure this was extra pretty for such an...auspicious date πββοΈ
five years ago, some lowly little bard bewitched me with his sad songs and soggy charms, and so I think five years is long enough to warrant taking him as my spouse π€ here's to many more wonderful years of muse4muse brainrot, dear poet





















