Inverted Vertigo

smile, they say,

as if a smile is

just a vacuum cleaner

that sucks away

the sorrows of the world

smile, they say,

as if a smile is

just baking soda

that unclogs the drain

that has become my life

smile, they say,

as if a smile is

just a broom

that swipes away the sins

under the bedroom carpet

smile, they say,

and i will, for

how many skulls

have you seen

frowning?

Ephemeral blooms

Dress the portico pallid

Yesterday's resolve in soft translation,

Have I always dreamt of fervour

Have I always ached for more

I meet the teasing loss

From where it lingers,

Self evolved lament

It will often be a season

The curious untethered

Reaching out for loves return

monozygotic

(ione meraki 2024)

@trash-ainu and @constancya

I don’t need therapy. I need my husband (archive of our own) to return from war (the server is currently down) and come home to his devoted wife (an ao3 user who was in the middle of reading a gay sex scene). it’s been almost two years (20 minutes) since he (ao3) has been taken from me

I'm going to asphyxiate xdddd

An authentic experience of me, reading the Silmarillion for the first time, trying to imagine what Melkor looks like:

Me: If the Ainur can choose how their fanar appear, then I bet he'd go for something physically intimidating... Tall, then. Most likely wierdly white-gray pale, too...

Me: Long, dark hair... Dressed in black robes, ooh! What if they pool at his feet when he stands, so it's kind of like he's emerging from a puddle of darkness... and... hmm.

Me: Why does this sound... familiar? W-who does it remind me of...?

Me: ...wait.

I am so sorry.

That would be UNPRECEDENTED! You? Writing a thing? Never happened before.

What if I wrote a thing...?👀

Unknown Author - Poetry

The music’s still playing as her feet walk out to the sea At the fringe of a lifetime, as her lips whisper to the breeze Does the world turn this calm or’s it the slow rush of the sea Follow me out here Follow me deep

Nostalgic Embrace.

I live in nostalgic comfort while I exist in your embrace.

I am ten years old.

It’s past my bedtime time.

I fell asleep on the couch watching my favorite movie.

In my father’s arms I’m carried up the stairs.

Sinking to sleep in the gentle sway.

My body relaxing once I feel my mattress.

The peace and comfort.

The feelings identical,

As if one was a prelude to the other.