✨🔮🌒💜 Ivy Evelyn Grey 💜🌘🔮✨

i am here to support dactylic hexameter in the twenty-first century

to a love of a previous life—

yes, i still think of you. not often, but always when people ask me to listen.

and always, “fight song,” by rachel platten will pull me out of whatever moment i’m in, and i’ll remember riding in a car with you.

“do they know it’s christmas,” band aid [chaos karaoke version] @ 1200 st. bernard ave

can’t stop me, i’m on the fours.

[[me, throwing back six pomegranate seeds in a single mouthful while sitting passenger princess to persephone on a ferry to hades]]: what? girl dinner.

the 2025 mama awards are my anti-drug

in my unapologetic era

get you a trans girl who writes classically-inspired poetry about you and refuses to upset the pantheon out of respect

you fuckin’ know it cooks when it’s in dactylic hexameter

“oh, wait… so you’re in a mobwife werewolf LARP? do you maybe wanna… could we… let’s… shall we loop-in romulus and remus?”

“… was that two werewolf puns in a sentence?”

“technically three, with cross-references to each other.”

i almost feel bad cold-calling an arsenic & old lace, but… they’ve got an obituary on the menu, so it’s just a slight adjustment

next time someone gives me guff for my limerence or yearning i’m gonna be like, “who am i to think myself above the ancients? above plato? above sappho? yearning is timeless. classic, even.”

me: wait, you’re really hot. shall we…? oh. oh my gosh. you’re SOCRATES? [[immediately yells at current lover to stop giving me hickeys]].

me: excuse you? this is SOCRATES. i don’t recall you taking an oath!

me, batting the aforementioned ribbons away: so uhh.. you come here often, socrates?

me, at plato’s symposium: oh hi like ummm. ohmygosh i think uhhh, you’re really cute. wow, i can’t believe i just said that. any way, umm… i have a flower crown, and i cannot see through it, who are you?

me, throwing it back, like a good girl: SOMEONE, PLEASE GET THESE FLOWERS OUT OF MY EYES?

i am such a lover girl i think i can most be compared to alcibiades in plato’s symposium.

like this has never made me want to be more dead than i am. take me away, and let them all have a moment with each other without me. it is that which is more than worth anything i could offer.

my biggest regret will always be, “the regret of knowing too much, loving too much, and stepping too far away for the ones who no longer love you.”

TAKE ME OUT (of my greek lover girl era) [hands artemis a bow with only one arrow, meant for me, inscribed
by me and sealed by eros’ hand].

i’m just a girl on my way to internalize the sage

am i experiencing mania? or am i a maenad? time will tell~

<<me, looking at Cerberus, uncomfortably>>: three heads is at least six eyes, and i don’t have enough obols… so, what do i owe charon?

i think i gotta add a whole second volume to the poetry collection i’m planning… which means another twenty-eight poems.

if i do this right, i’ll have drafts for three poetry collections written within two years of each other— around 90 poems. just gotta write 42 more this year to make that happen.

“yearning went away and needs to come back,” “bring back yearning.”

y’all. step up your game if you wanna claim that. i am offended. i am a yearner in chief and y’all are just regular class yearners. put some respect on yearning.

light will hold the shadow together when focus fails. i abhor the written record and i exalt the oral history.

as much as i love a debilitating crush, i also haven’t had one in six and a half months so that’s… refreshing?

do i even have a crush on you if you haven’t got me yearning so bad i’ve started writing a poem about you?

“you need anything else from the car?”
“nah, i ain’t plannin’ on fallin’ in love in mississippi tonight. right?”

let this be a reminder to put on your bug girl strap and get out there!!

“strap on your big girl dildo and take responsibility for your inability to make time for me and be supportive in our relationship,” is a text i almost sent to someone who never realized i had a crush on them.

i honestly still regret never saying this to that person. it’s been four and a half years

i just wanna be invited to hang out and yap at reneé rapp’s lesbian frat house full of queers