— The Disquieting Muses, Sylvia Plath
[text ID: I learned, I learned, I learned elsewhere / From muses unhired by you, dear mother, / I woke one day to see you, mother, / Floating above me in bluest air / On a green balloon bright with a million / Flowers and bluebirds that never were. / Never, never, found anywhere.]
i am losing my mind over this image
not an anti or a pro-shipper but a third secret thing (adult with job)
If someone beats you up for being "cishet white male" and nothing else, is this okay? Did you deserve it?
what if the world was made of pudding
under a pale cold sky
my mind expands to the size of the world
your heart explains the soul of the words
that constellate behind my eyes
drifting into the intimate void
of snow in the dark
waiting patiently for the first footprints
Hey remember how Noir is an anti-fascist from 1933
René Magritte, The Banquet, 1957
really looking forward to shouting into this particular void as all my other ones are currently undergoing maintenance
Never had a parasocial relationship in my life I know everyone
look i made a thing. a chardee thing.