growing up with you, i hope this never ends break or fall apart fading in and fading out so long as we're lines growing (together) over time tempestuous life will never cease to get to me ah these weathers, these seasons we're shedding like our clothes in the night, let's bare

speechless

dedicated to the passenger planes of the world

meow meow meow

(5/5)

ERADICATE ALL SCARS

Errant Ouroboros

noble virtue

wip punk kitty for a flyer

D4D (dog for dog)

Odilon Redon, Beatrice (1885). Pastel on paper. Unlike the Impressionists, Redon rarely painted outdoors. He preferred literature, dreams, and memory as sources for imagery. Here he turns to Dante's Beatrice, a symbol of spiritual love and enlightenment.

with such kind of unending whimsy a sprinkle of pixie dust that never runs out of time. it stays youthful, timeless, and carefree and just like that, hanging out with you im treated as more than just a mouth to feed for none of this feels wrong, it feels just, just right, like im receiving what ive deserved all along 🪡(3/3)

for they were words - just another drop in the sea - but there theyll live, there theyll float beyond, there theyll sail on, on wind and nature alone, without you, without your hands on the wheel, those memories there theyll come to live on their own, one day. since that one mistaken smile, it was enough to carry along for my long journey, i stole their words and packed them away, into a locket, for their then-meaningless, now-priceless words fills me up and inflates my ego like a red party balloon, for a buoy like that, for a boy like me, it helps to float above, the dim depressing dark, pushing away the clinging hands of defeat, marks and scars that slide off and slip away from my once wet skin ... so go come over here, reshuffle the memories. move around the furniture in the house. talking across the hallway, through the walls, with our different retellings, our pushy interpretations our weighty meanings it all comes around, a carcassones of different personalities - paper bodies, wearing origami rosaries, holding hands endlessly, as long as our tongues can keep up and keep listing their meaningless priceless words that buoy, hang on to it with your tireless teeth with your skin and your tight grip never let go that ledge youll always find yourself, hanging onto dry again i go and imagine, it's someone's kindness. again i go to imagine someone, with good-looking intentions. again i imagine, what will come after that again, i ask, for the death of me, for my egocentric self to become used, for selfless, little, goody-two-shoes deeds ... hey you short sunflower go stand tall and proud you wont stay staring, at the shadows on the ground for long, wont you? come here and face the sun. looking out the door with that kind of face, you've been already waiting for, (expecting) them, havent you? take up your roots and change grooves go move to different soil - to a ground that accepts you as-is, like yeah, you're just fine staying right here oh summer rain and summer sun you thirst for rain just as much as you thirst, looking for the sun sitting on the table, i want to be the colorless glass of a metal body, a table vase with which lightwaves, coming from the rear window, pierces through, refracts into, a splattered ooze of scattering hues on the tiled floor since i like me i like being defenseless clumsy and endless very, very-much ill go get you, someone like me, lowering your guard down, tearing away at the old dated wallpaper covering up the grain of your tall wooden walls how will your color shine through me today, like a complete exact mirror? no i dont think so, cuz it's a clumsy kind of love, no i, dont mind that kind at all for you were my first's of many of sloppy and little wet kisses, mired with salty, runny, happy tears my nose meeting yours and we boop this never misses... i make your face wet with a teary-eyed, sloppy and tireless, smile my aimless expresion making a mess everywhere maybe even just a little bit of that paint will land and grace your face, for sure, it's only a matter of time, only a matter of random chance for that knot that only gets tighter the more i push away these ties, its like that isnt it? it gets harder to pull away ... coming together, old lovers and old friends. a rekindled flame, it somehow burns brighter than it used to be. was it always this dark around here? or was our light just so sharp, it went and carved away at the shadows on the walls formed shapes, caricatures, idealized characters that look like our frozen faces ... and like a clear window or clear colorless water i only show up when you shine your light through me. and my skin became that same color of your very own kindle only when you perceive me and look back --- is when i start shifting colors showing off my rays based on you, so easily, like its just a breeze to me, for you 🧵(2/3)

#poem #diary :// title "retelling: now that we're here and older, have we changed, at all? Yes-really, And you've got to believe Me" you dont have to get better even just a little sparkle from you is all i need to ignite a blaze that will ward us from cold winter a coat of flames ill wear and help keep the fuzzy feelings in me warm and toasty safe and easy i got patchy words sewn together from a fuzzy, blurry memory fraying at the ends, but so long as it's readable and comprehensible. to me or you, thats the only type of comfort i will need so - fuck, please, keep going, i need to come over and see it how your story plays, continues and goes on for you. since your strangled voice is a gift to be unwrapped to be waited after christmas' midnight for --- dont go lie to me cant anyone tell? just one look at that rope tied up like a ribbon around your neck choking your words, snuffing out your voice, how much it hurts, are you waiting for someone else to open it up for you? cause i'll give you my permission to stop lying, stop saying youre fine, and stop saying how it doesnt hurt, at all, because youre not--- cuz right now, youre like a dog given no mercy, since you wont even let yourself have that see that peaceful and slow time of day, really ? youre just gonna let yourself be put down - just like... that, but i dont think that's right because you're not--- all youre gonna leave behind the world with is a last whimpering cry? i want to stubbornly let you free unclasp your chains like a stranger to a stray dog whose got no clue or idea of you, since if you're noone's responsibility, then ill go and take it, (the blames of a stray) holding what comes next, up ahead - for you. for i want to free you up, open you up like a pandoras box ill bear the pain the grief the sins the hope the coming from inside — even if your heavy heart goes beating so so-loud ill just pull it out you and pray tell, curiosity - and not anxiety - gets the best of me and hit playback and rewind, rerun and rewound, playing that song all over, again and again, let the consequences of those actions play back, so that hand we got dealt with, we'll go deal with, on the way - as we roll, downhill cuz it's all alright and its okay to be down the tears you let out in the process, we'll deal with those consequences, on our way down, on our way back home ... since in a sea of apathy, your hard-fought, hard-won emotions will flounder and jump at the sight of food, inspite of being seen, 'cause in the moment of holding its breath --- it opened its mouth for lunch for the first time in a while, and much to their chagrin, came a sneaky and satisfied grin ... so given enough time, we'll become someone good we'll become someone worth loving even if right now "we're nowhere close to that," the mind convinces. for under the dark loud pressures of time, those silent memories, of yours and mine, will become transparent pictures clear as a cloudless day for light that will shine and scatter through, where colors will become... of You. your corners and edges changed, here and there, but your sound words? Have and still taste and smell, sweet. since in that dark room, the waterworks from yesterday washed me, of dirt and grime, off they swam away along the long river, moving out to the ocean without my control 🧵(1/3)

fucking corny

Don’t talk yourself out of opportunities you haven’t even tried.

Some conversations aren’t meant to solve anything, just to reveal things.

I do! I see it! And it breaks my heart that so few think any of these miracles are worth fighting for and protecting. 🥺💔