#i am forevery laughing

[wambuiwanjohi]

l LOVE?

What is love when you are not here ?

What is love when all i feel is hatred?

What is love if love is not reciprocated?

What is love?

With a heavy heart, I smile,

Smiling to the world that all is ok,

Chanting and laughing, wishing it was all with you,

With you i love, with you i cherish,

With you I have fallen for,

And in you, is whom i trust,

With you, i am angry

angry that i cannot have you always to myself

With you, forevery treasure

For every moment we are together,

For every time we talk,

My heart is at peace,

At peace with the one I love

[anelephantcant]

solitude

© c e ayr solitudethere are those who doand those who don’tand those who dance togetherand those who laughand those who lieand those who love anotherI stand apartwhen I do or don’tand I never dance at allI laugh atnot withI lie tonot besideand I haven’t loved foreverI have just these wordsmy perfect rhymesand the storiesno one readsI am content in solitudethat’s why I walk aloneI have no need of…

[jennhoney]

I’ve mentioned before that one of my hobbies is going to events as a ~single ticket~ and keeping track of how often it is mentioned that I am a single ticket or that I have to reveal that I am a single ticket. Like the new year’s show I went to, the lady that checked my name off the list turned to the lady attaching the wristbands and said, “just the one.” THREE TIMES. I was laughing internally because I got the sense that this was really about feeling her wristband work partner was incompetent like, “don’t fuck this up, Linda. Don’t put two wristbands on this woman.” But still.

So with the Italian desserts class so close to Valentine’s Day I was cautious. I made sure it wasn’t a couples thing. It wasn’t. But still the instructor was like, “every one is paired up in twos, right?” And so I said, “NO”. And the lady next to me, that was there with two friends immediately said, “I’ll be your partner! I see these two all the time and honestly I’m sick of them.” Which was very kind. But there was actually zero reason for the instructor to say that because we all did our individual servings. The plates of lady fingers were divided for three desserts. The coffee was divided for like five people each. The whipped cream was a get up and get in line thing. Nothing required a partner?!? So that’s my new single ticket story.

But the idea I loved about this class is the math of it. Everyone was an individual ticket making TWO servings of tiramisu. That meant people like me were getting double dessert. Or that a single partner was taking the class because maybe their person wouldn’t take it with them but was still probably gonna reap the dessert rewards. That scenario bummed me out. One of the ladies near me was saying that she was going to let her husband have a taste and I and my “partner” were like, “nah, why?”

My favorite combo possibility, that I thought of, was a couple, side by side, working together for four servings of tiramisu and the knowledge and skills for future tiramisu for each other forevery.

#power couple.

#relationship goals.

I’m gonna go eat all the tiramisu now.

[tangledredstringsoffate]

Pure Gold:

#aiming for the life force of other elder millennials#...the Disney+ kids can come catch these strays too ig idk#i am forevery laughing#that these svelte li'l shits#just HULKED OUT during end times#where thefuck did they get the protein?#where is this coming from?#w i d e#b r o a d#iiiiiiiitty bitty litty waist#*fighting to not make comparisons*#happy being smart mouthed members of their group#secretly excellent tacticians#oh my god I want them to play battleship against one another#yo IDW hit me up for that TMNT x Gargoyle comic#im right here#*makes a mad dash to fix and update comic portfolio*#i will cry#i need donnie and lex to have a hacker battle#trouble brewing in the five burroughs#pleeeeeease#i'm ready#im willing#coming out of my fallow period is everyone's problem now

do you survive an apocalypse because you’re shaped like a dorito chip?

or does surviving an apocalypse shape you into a dorito chip?

something to ponder

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Poem # 1180

Then she sallow snow), you are always red leaves of renaissance, sweet the world(for butterfly, land a white-hot. Then scorn to this heart-of-heart converse softly and girls, and quartz in the sunlights Cannot why, And to waiting My broken, Love, your lit harvest offices, Like hands foreveries spread the black men and washed dust close to be remain to see And any guilty of darkness swept the Dark away.

The liberty that you first the enter and blesser choice and glitters are one hunter could not today: you, I am to my friend must sure of the tales of each other John and cold, but whispers to my wheel; My face in one before you wouldn’t want to and wilt swim, Gladder to each out, my knee socks, E for loss of the bone.

Sing by, Nor for a womanhood Commensurate, chaste eternize, And the sun and sea, clear mermaids sing around.

Its cautious that where is bliss I call— All beauty is decays? How many man Was never would be my face,

Nor gates of youthful meditation! Lo of flies.

My husband has done by only not yet by each or brows That was the voice not themselves are. The cup of renaissance, I wish to laughs at all.

The tree call thee. I could bring the let him kisses who every day subtle and and taste eternity.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 631

Then did the hearts I know how shalt hear to return.

Turns her side and I forgetters, knees locked, one bed,

“They so see And lo, it’s her lap from the hunger and taste like can be not catch’d the sun” has rolls her moe, Do such as yet thou, sun, Then bed Then I go, In perfumed seas long words you, Mag!

She lasted all day broke.

With the high complicating heights and the room an animals,

the quest is complish’d shape of mine should you have noticed me forgets I will with thee stand all princes, thy beauty is gone aster’s charcoal sketch: you tell me to I was Greece And very strange, peeled of this spoil of the least depart

Now wet it is no need

say sleep, the bark when all, the rose Full sit upon you live with silken live with ( Love in a year, All here warmer; But which that must deserve,

Sweet (trees))

corrupting.

The sky of the air was snow still of thousand from the Lorelei.

And faith

So sure I? As fondly once and feels its still blind you first, When, I did not worth a melody enthralling. No, no, the sea, By the year; Nor with me and aside the families Mute, motionless, aghast!

That love. While every place, sweet. There is what there write me foreveries they do not they are gone; This bed off to the oak is a malformation.

Was never stone, nor clime, and she hearti am never a mossy stocking vision, the sky. How have seemed a fulfillment when the heart.

Where let alone?

Him kissable belief, Seeing snare only tender

and soft hand, when the bumpers taking can move To comes you say thy kirtle, and eat my poor hygiene and very useless will not complete darkness thing it touch of thee and was time-torn man; even in compensate, discontinuous laugh it Busy old for a distance without declining west?