I wasn’t crazy about this piece so I wasn’t intending on publicly posting it again, but it keeps getting stolen every five minutes so I figured I’d put it here so people at least know who to attribute the original thing to lmao
[Digital illustration, Procreate App, 2020]
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
René Magritte, The Banquet, 1957
what do you do when you’re new?
do you shout into the abyss that looks back at you
pray to the echoes that reaffirm or rend
do you waver on the precipice of the yellow wood
facing a forsaken nature or a fresh stamp of selfhood
lieder for the hidden paths that run
from the springs to the sea
want to be clear that if i ever talk about a headcanon and then later discuss a headcanon that is directly contradictory to the first one, that’s because headcanons exist in a quantum state where they are all simultaneously true and not true up until the point where i discuss it in detail, in which case that is the one that is true in that instance. schroedinger’s headcanons
10 Things I hate About You (1999) dir. Gil Junger
they should invent climbing through eachothers bedroom windows for the online