A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Robert Frost
small talk? it was quite big to me. i love you
god grant me the strength to write my weird porn, the serenity to write my weird porn and the wisdom to write my weird porn
by Lucjan_
the point of art is not to be great but to make it transparently obvious that there is something wrong with you
beautiful women will be like “i baked a cake” and you will say “oh ? what flavour is it” and they say well its a honey rosewater apricot pistachio cardamom vanilla fig jam earl grey poppyseed orange blossom extra virgin olive oil chiffon sponge soaked in raspberry elderflower champagne lipgloss pomegranate matcha ginger blueberry cherry blossom magnolia petal almond passionfruit persimmon syrup with whipped amalfi lemon limoncello ricotta goats cheese honeycomb black pepper bergamot lemon thyme lemon balm rosemary chantilly whipped cream cream cheese feta cheese italian meringue frosting . like ok. i want to spend the rest of my afternoons walking around inside your beautiful mind like a garden
ACT UP, 1990
moobies & queer ships & earnest text posts, you know the drill || ADULT ADULT I AM AN ADULT
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