Cuisine peaked at steak and a baked potato. All else is just fluff.
The residents of the bird village send their greetings.
Good morning, Darling. We are having coffee on the porch with the trees and birds. I suggest your robe and a blanket.
I have to pick the Jolly Green Giant, because, well, he is a giant. Then I am going with the rat, because I feel he is of the streets and gutters, and has a lot of family. Big Boy is next, he might not be a giant but he is big. Lastly, the Colonel. He seems smart and a natural leader.
What is its name?
My squirrel wanted me to tell you to tell your squirrel “Hey.”
Lewd, for my pleasure.
All I’m saying is I want you to be a bigger part of my Titty Tuesdays.
Bluesky is very political by default because of the many refugees who relocated here. I think that is actually keeping the fun people away.
angel eyes looking at the devil
fuck like you love me
Can someone point me toward the direction of the dark, emo, gothic poetry section of Bluesky? Thank you.
I am awkward. I do not really know how to act in normal situations. I do not take compliments well. I am as socially graceful as a drunken, one-legged pirate aboard a ship on a stormy sea.
“I’ll Be Watching You” by The Police makes perfect sense if you listen to “Creep” by Radiohead immediately after.
I hide in the dark and wish you would see me.
Love is a fool’s game so call me a fool.
If the only time we ever touch is to die in your arms, then I will die happily.
Knowing it will never be does not dull the ache of want, it only sharpens.
I will become a new me just for you.
How many times do I have to wish it for it to come true? A thousand? A million? I will do that and more.
If only I could stop thinking about the if onlys…
You are not soft like the twinkling star far away, you are the energetic supernova up close.
It’s not the loneliness.
It’s the ache.
Sometimes we overindulge to create some happiness and make the best of a shitty situation.
Pick your poisons.
Coffee is good. You would be best.
I know you’re not okay, but you’re okay.
“Sadistic proclivities.” I quite like the sound of that.
