I Am Losing My Mind Over This Image

René Magritte, The Banquet, 1957

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

I think 90% of conspiracy theorists would be a lot happier if they just bit the bullet and got into creative writing

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

 — 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.]

not an anti or a pro-shipper but a third secret thing (adult with job)

what do you do with a plot bunny that can really only be fully written out as a multi-book saga? like I wanna write that but I’m not Gorg RR Martian yknow

Never had a parasocial relationship in my life I know everyone