“my mother and my grandma, my great grandmother too
wrinkle like the river, sweeten like the dew
and as silver as the rainbow scales that shimmer purple blue
how can beauty that is living be anything but true?”
so beautiful and true, how can anything that’s natural be untrue/unworthy/ugly
particularly with a focus on aging this message is increasingly relevant in society
yes it only cause out a couple days ago but it was an unreleased bit for a while
Jun 5, 2025
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”I'm afraid of getting older", that's what I learned to say
Cause society has given me the words to think that way
The message spins and spirals, "Don't get saggy, don't get grey"
But the soft and lovely silvers are now falling on my shoulder
My mother and my grandma, my great-grandmother too
They wrinkle like the river, sweeten like the dew
And as silver as the rainbow scales that shimmer purple blue
How can beauty that is living be anything but true?
So let gravity be my sculptor, let the wind do my hair
Let me dance in front of people without a care
Let me be naked alone with nobody there
Or with mismatched socks and shoes and stuff stuffed in my underwear
Aug 24, 2024
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“Full is not heavy as empty, not nearly, my love”
”I don’t want a home, I’d ruin that,
Home is where my habits have a habitat.”
“’member when I was so sick and you didn’t believe me?
Then you got sick too and guess who took care of you?
You hated that, didn’t you, didn’t you?”
”I ran out of white doves feathers,
to soak up the hot piss that comes from your mouth every time you address me”
“I’m a tulip in a cup,
I stand no chance of growing up,
I’ve made my peace I’m dead I’m done,
I watched you live to have my fun,”
I could go on and on but these are just some that came to mind
Jun 5, 2025
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Bereft of a true home, I dwell instead in sentiment and practice the collection of numerous small tokens thereof: an olive-pin, a tea-tag, a berry-shell, a fortune. I treasure the incitement of memory brought about by these little markers in time-passed, as I do that incited by the more obvious strains: postcards and Polaroids and locks of hair … and these too I try to accumulate, these too light me! But perhaps what is most meaningful is the undisplayable — that which is gone — letters received and lost, letters writ and never sent and lost; a poem misplaced in the loose-leaf of a moulting notebook. A garland of flowers or bouquet that remains only in a blurred photograph; a collection of photographs drowned in a flood. Since my adolescence, some of most beautiful pictures I’ve made on my cameras have been the nonexistent — the mechanisms failed or my Nosferatuesque fingers blocked the lens or or the memory card betrayed me or the film was overexposed through actions entirely beyond control — yes, the most beautiful, I say! It is just so. I can picture them all behind my eyes in perfect clarity — so so beautiful — as beautiful as the flowers that nevermore will fragrance a room and all those words which forevernow lay unread. I can’t speak exactly to the wider benefit of this “recommendation”. But somehow this is the sort of thing that makes me happy.
May 10, 2023
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there’s something so funny about seeing a friend before they notice you cause it’s like a look into what they’re like alone
seeing how they walk when they’re by themselves or their expression when they’re just going about or looking around
Mar 6, 2025
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new album out today!!!! listening rn and i loveeeeee it so cool
May 9, 2025
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got an exam tomorrow that i’m naturally feeling awful about but am i allowed to luck farm 🤲🤲🤲 i need all that i can get
it like an exam for my final grade for the subject for the year so pretty much it could matter but if i don’t badly i’ll say it won’t but the thing that like i’m upfront worried about is having to actually do it like if i sit down and can’t do any of the essay options (theres like 5 to choose from but that’s not as kind as it sounds cause they’re all pretty specific and difficult) that would be like the worst thing ever so yay
May 5, 2025