inevitable departure
someone has to leave first—
that’s the rule,
etched in the marrow of every hello.
we pretend it’s far off,
an ending for another day,
but it sits between us like a shadow
at the dinner table,
quiet, patient,
unfolding napkins we never meant to place.
either you die,
or i do,
or you find a life somewhere else
with sunshine i can’t offer
and conversations that don’t ache.
maybe one day your heart
just stops echoing mine—
it forgets the beat we built.
one of us will leave first.
and god,
what a cruel truth that is.
because even in love,
even in the best of it,
there’s an expiration we can’t read
until it’s passed.
and the worst part?
the world won’t stop.
i’ll still have to wake up,
brush my teeth,
fold the sheets you once tangled in,
and somehow
teach my heart to recognize a new rhythm.
someone else’s laugh.
someone else’s shoulder
that will never feel quite right.
rebuilding is not bravery,
it’s necessity.
and i hate that.
i hate knowing
this beautiful thing
we cradle like glass
has a fault line running through it
we can’t see until it shatters.
but still—
i love you.
knowing full well
one of us will leave first.
and maybe that’s
the most human thing of all.
Joining that ‘draw Miku in your culture’ trend. I drew Mennonite Miku. ✨
(The dress isn’t traditional, but it’s a common design that I see a lot)
Tempted to occasionally post bits of my lyrics on here 🤔
I want to fly, I want to fly so bad it hurts. I've so desperately wanted to fly since I can first remember. Like imagine it. Being up so high that the ground begins to fade away. Just you and the sky and the clouds and the wind. Day and night. The wind so loud you can't even hear yourself laughing. So free and weightless. This is all you're made for, you were made for the sky. Meant to soar through clouds and stars and sunlight.
Fuck, did I mention I really wanna fly?
Steve & Alex. And alex’s dog, Dog.
the thing i immediately LOVE about the pale garden and the creaking is that it kinda feels to me like they're trying to emulate the creep factor that old minecraft had. the low visibility, the emptiness, the unfamiliar sounds, the feeling that something else is there just out of sight... the same elements that led to the rise of herobrine and other stories, and are now seeing a resurgence with the rise of args and digital horror series. looking into a dark forest and seeing a set of glowing eyes staring back at you is the exact same horror that herobrine was built on. seeing them showcase this biome felt like a throwback all the way to back when i first booted up the game more than a decade ago and felt an immense sense of unease as i looked to the horizon, and i absolutely cannot wait to get my hands on this update.
God I forgot the things I posted on my old account 💀
So I was outside with my dogs and I see something on the ground. I'm over here thinking that it's probably a tiny piece of glass and I don't want my dogs stepping on it but I'm not entirely sure that it's glass. So, like the incredibly intelligent human being I am, I stepped on it. And I was right. It was glass. I've stepped on a lot of little bits of glass before so it's fine it didn't really hurt.
have this mspaint painting thats part of a project
i cant get over nices fuckass bedroom. COMPLETELY empty save for one statue. of himself. at the entrance. bed on the floor. surrounded by water. blanket is a millimeter thick and a single square foot. this is truly the bedroom of a man who lives alone