I bet it feels great to be a window slamming shut on a windy Wednesday afternoon

If you save my posts I’m going to assume you’re in love with me

”You’re very odd” Thank you.

men bloom too and it’s fucking glorious

a dating app for bookshops and live band lovers

make me a playlist so I understand what I’m feeling

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I’ll take empty calories over empty promises any day.

You don't see the tears, they've learned to hide behind my eyes…..

There are chapters of pain that never become words…..

another season will hug you in all the right places

the courage to let emotion take you through the feeling

Today, I shall mostly be pumping my pillows full of spray cheese so that my dreams are filled with cheddary deliciousness.

Alexa, stop the world, I want to get off.

After 30 years of marriage it's a wonder that I can still find new ways to piss her off, but today I managed it by opening my mouth to say hello.

Would someone mind explaining this to a guy who failed Geography I?

My friend said she doesn't like the taste of avocado because it reminds her of a freshly scrubbed penis and I laughed so hard it cured my depression

a guardrail is when a mall cop does a line

dentists should do booger checks before they start their day

Couldn’t think of the word for kale so I ordered a “plate of green sadness” and they knew exactly what to bring.

I forgot something today. Now what was it? Oh! I forgot to give a flying fuck about Cracker Barrel.

Don’t open your heart to me. I’ll just put peanut butter in there.

I will always have thirsting reveries of your prompts that made me whirl with my muses joyfully flowing in the beauty of words, beautiful visions of poetry eager to be born of this medium #atreyasverse

~ You move with the style of swans in a silken pond, each glance a pause— a quiet psalm the water memorizes, written in the shimmer between moments ~ 𝓩𝓪𝔂𝓷𝓪𝓫 #poem #inkMine #Mine 📸

~ The virgin moon bleeds light through your veins, patriot— my heart burns, undone Your breath, a hunger of ivory mist, spills opalescent moans. In the velvet hush, I hear my bones sing for you. The young moon weaves spells in alabaster fire, whispering wicked lullabies that writhe on your lips

You hit the spot In my heart My imagination And Beyond my reasoning Of this world Into next sphere You are the legacy Left behind For me to find To be hidden away Not to be lost Kept safe and sound In the many pages Already written Upon my soul To be read By you And You alone

He tried to do his civic duty, tried to warn them, acted the #patriot, but still no-one listened. More refugees drifted in every day, attacks at random, and still no-one believed him. Dylan had had enough. Magpie was repaired, space called and he could do what he liked. Fly anywhere. #vss365