flower x fries x evil leafy perchance
-• veganoptions is the shipname
evil polycule. call that a diabolicule /ref
bonus:
i think pride month came early
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flower x fries x evil leafy perchance
-• veganoptions is the shipname
evil polycule. call that a diabolicule /ref
bonus:
i think pride month came early

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Is it normal to not want your family to read your work?
My family knows I like to write, obviously. But I’ve never let them read any of it because I’m lowkey nervous since it’s not where I want it to be. If I were to tell them about my current work in progress. They would ask to read it when I’m done and I don’t want them too. I’m wondering if this is normal!!! Heh
"Of all those I have met, each has removed their rented piece of my heart, each has escaped through the sighs of my chest, and a very few of them have bothered to check whether I would remain breathing without the large piece that they have released from the insides of my naked parts."
Me at 3am, randomly thinking about plots.

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dialectic | jul 1
i watched him from the cornered dusk,
where want sat folded, clean and husk’d—
and in his eyes, a mirrored ache,
like fire caught in stillest lake.
we never spoke the thing out loud,
yet silence wore it like a shroud.
each glance—a question; each breath, reply,
a dialectic slow to die.
he looked at me as if he knew
what Plato carved in forms so true:
that love is less of flesh and skin,
and more the soul it dwells within.
and Socrates, that wretched sage,
who drank the hemlock, turned the page—
would nod and say, “it is the mind
that burns when kindred souls are blind.”
i think he yearned the way i did:
in half-thoughts that the daylight hid.
a man undone by want, not shame—
and i, undone for much the same.
we passed like ships—no wind, no call—
but still i felt his shadow fall.
a heat between us, carved and vast,
of futures dreamt and questions asked.
so if he dreams, i hope he sees
a room of stars, a hush, a breeze—
and me, beside him, eyes alight,
philosophy turned into night.
husband comes home and says "hey, what are you drawing? ....are you hiding it from me. Is this filth?" in a laughing tone and i am sitting here trying to make a face that doesnt look like someone who is drawing The Slutty Jeff Goldblum Pose From Jurassic Park and absolutely failing at not being suspicious about it
mantles over the tablet like a hawk over a kill
Migraine nauseaaaaaauhghhgghh