In My Mind Francis Is Fashion Obsessed

operating entirely on caffeine and spite

me, in any given conversation, redirecting the subject to greek mythology:

I'm like if a normal person was severely mentally ill

i’ve suddenly become a tortured poet

All’s fair in love and poetry… New album THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT. Out April 19 🤍

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📷: Beth Garrabrant

Gennady Aygi, from Into the Snow: Selected Poems of Gennady Aygi; “This Year’s Roses: Notes on K., 1972” (translated by Sarah Valentine)

Text ID: I seek / your image. / In the receding Fire. / It is not here—not in this world.

“it’s starting to smell like pumpkin spice!”

“it’s starting to smell like scary movies!”

no.

it’s starting to smell like, the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to realize the gravity of our situation.

"You were in my dreams last night" yeah our souls have been clawing through our chests to get to each other since we met but I'm glad you noticed

spotify users: what is the current title of your daylist and what are the first three songs?

Margaret Atwood, from ‘Crickets’, The Door (2007)

i have acquired 29 novels and a 2-year-long weekly subscription of time magazine. my friends think i’m crazy. mission accomplished

the book fair in my city is tomorrow i’m preparing to go bankrupt now