ThePhoebeeJeebies

Do you know me?

I'm sure some of our atoms knew each other at the dawn of the universe. Maybe we were something once! A comet or star maybe. We could be something again y'know, we could be friends.

(Intro post)

Howdy! I'm Phoebe!

A.K.A. ThePhoebeeJeebies

A.K.A. Ms. Information

Some things about me...

I'm mother to many beautiful horrors whose faces, disfigured, I'll all have forgotten. (I have a terrible memory)

The goal of all my posts is for you to fall in love with me

Some nights when no one is looking, I blow kisses to the stars and it feels like making a wish, but I'm never asking for anything. Just that my affections be out there in the universe somewhere, waiting to find a home.

You're entitled to 5 Phoebucks if you follow me...

What's this blog for?

It's poems, witchy stuff, fantasy topics, lesbian yearning, and other assorted topics. There isn't really an overarching theme to my blog, I usually just say what's on my mind in the prettiest way I can manage.

I think there's something for everyone on my page. I'm happy to answer questions and make conversation, don't be shy! This blog is 90% sfw but minors beware you're in for a scare. And besides that, everyone is very welcome to follow and enjoy my blog.

Asks are under #asks!

AWAB

There's no saying you'll find any. But if luck ever owes you one, then somewhere in that inky black, way out past understanding, a star begins to burn for the very first time. A newborn behemoth which you will never see. Never once wished on. Not before you, hopefully. That's the faith in a thing like this. You wish twice. First that someone, something, will hear you. Second, that it listens. And you'll never know that it did. Not unless it does.

But I think I get you. As much as I can get the many someones you might be. You want it now. You want to know. I must warn you: that way is not free of faith either.

I definitely have memories from when I was a younger kid. What stands out to me though is when I was 7 years old and I looked in a mirror for what must have been the hundreth time, but it was the first time I ever *saw* myself, yknow? Staring back into my eyes, and for the first time understanding in some small part what it meant to be alive.

And this could just be a me thing, but I feel like the entire rest of my life has been defined by my relationship to my reflection. There's a lot of vanity in that statement that I'm not rushing to deny, but it's beside the point.