Folding laundry while the house is asleep, and the music is playing pretty & low. πβ¨
βhalf-wordsβ
& I fed you milk till you fell asleep
As I always do, I kiss your warm head
as a tiny little sigh slowly whispered
The final breath of relief from today
into
A
mesmeric
state
My dear
& I tell you I love you
I always end up nuzzled up with you for just a bit longer
I think to myself
I will give my best self to her every day, every hour
That even these moments while sheβs a baby
I can clearly see how having no distractions
is the key to a happy healthy loving family life
Days are not always the easiest and challenges await one day but
βIβm too happy right hereβ
So I write about it after I put her to bed
I canβt help to cry hallelujah
thank you lord.
First poem for phoebe -
And more poems for Phoebe to come
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the last part got me π»ππ»
AND THE GHOST IN MY LIVING ROOM SAYS by june hart
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The lyrics are amazing π₯²
Pretty much been obsessed since they released take me back to Eden.
"i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre."
my first offering. posted on discord and reddit.
inspired by another post i made in discord about how moths are typically used in TMBTE artwork but this beetle - melanophila acuminata - is a really great fit. i think this will be one of my first st tattoos as well.
Feeling like you shouldn't mess
With the timing
Feeling like you're dead when the night comes
Feeling like you shouldn't negotiate
Feeling like you're drowning too often
Feeling like you can't touch the bottom
Wouldn't it be wise to just cry for help?
You suffer with sophistication
Tell it like you live in a nightmare
You dream of liberation
You love your preoccupation
Looking like you live in a daydream
You see with your soft demeanour
Settle, cease and surrender
It's been a long time since you spoke up
Or revealed where you hurt
You feel with an extra feeling
Sensitive to the meaning
It's been a long time since you cried out
Feeling like you shouldn't mess
With the timing
Feeling like you're dead when the night comes
Feeling like you shouldn't negotiate
Feeling like you're drowning too often
Feeling like you can't touch the bottom
Wouldn't it be wise to just cry for help?
You see with your soft demeanour
Settle, cease and surrender
It's been a long time since you spoke up
Or revealed where you hurt
You feel with an extra feeling
Sensitive to the meaning
It's been a long time since you cried out
Nostalghia, (1983)
Dir Andrei Tarkovsky
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