Ravenpoetic - a gender related to ravens and poetry.
🎧‧₊˚ etymology: raven, poetic
requested by: @mogai-sunflowers 🎶⋆.࿐࿔
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🐥 say whatever you want!
I fucking LOVE BLUE JAYS THEIR PLUMAGE IS SO BEAUTIFUL OMGGGGGG
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i wish i had someone to send letters to. email isn't the same. it's too modern. i like the romanticism of paper. the tangible reality of a letter arriving. i want a friend in another country that i can send a package too. i want to know what kind of books they like so i can send them paperbacks and dog-eared pages and the poetry i scribbled in the margins.
i love the idea of having someone that has an idea of me in their head, based on the things i tell them and the things i give them. someone who sees me in a snapshot based on the things i find beautiful and the things i care about. i want someone who can say they know certain truths of who i am, because i showed them to them.
i want to send them things like old movie tickets and photos and leaves. i want to tell them about my day. how many birds were in the park, how the air smells in the morning. i want to hear back from them. to get a package with a little pinecone in it like "i wanted you to have this".
i want them to tell me about the birds they saw, too. the kind of pinecones in their area and the rain in their country and any other little thing. i don't get the whole "text me the recipe" culture. how is that intimate? i want to write out step-by-step instructions with my own handwriting. i want their cookbook to be stained and full of notes that were written by me.
that's the beauty of letter writing. to hold something that someone touched. to read pages they have read. i want my fingerprints on their life. i want to send them packages for holidays with bows and tissue paper. i want paper to become a physical form of my love.
but not always a romantic kind of love. of course not. i don't have the time nor the money for that. and i'm very picky. i want it to be someone who writes pretty, and who will send me letters back. not boring, short letters where they ask me about my day or what my hobbies are. but the kind of letter where they ask "what do you see when you look out the window" and "if you could do anything in the whole world what would it be" they don't have to be long letters. just thoughtful ones. ones where we learn each other's souls in little pieces instead of listing off favorite colors and family members.
i want to know the thoughts that pass through their heads as they lie awake at night or brush their teeth in the morning. i don't want a summary of the last time they went to the DMV, or how many siblings they may have. i want something real. something only i get to see.
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last night in my childhood room revelations: i am growing up and this is what it is: not wanting to move on but still feeling ready. that’s all. it’s time
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for a second there I thought you actually believed in me
a moment of bigness not
enough about you please
drive home your generosity
your willingness to go out
on some limb for me when
no one asked you to and
naturally let's hide it all for
should I fall we can keep the
shame mine but should I rise
to the occasion:
the kingdom,
the power,
the glory,
of course,
are yours.
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Something something the curtains are blue or whatever but underappreciated media analysis phenomenon is when someone else reads something you wrote and points out the blue curtains that you hadn't even noticed yourself hanging up while you built it. Like fuck they sure are I genuinely hadn't noticed I just flung em up I was concentrating on the carpet. Hey that shade of blue goes nice with the carpet huh. I should get more decor in that colour. Does this make sense to anyone
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Musightpoetic is a gender related to poetry, music, and the night sky.
Etymology:
Musi - Music
Ight - Night
Poet
Ic - meaning of or pertaining to, a shortened way to say gender
Pronunciation:
/ˈmjuːzɪ/ - /aɪt/ - /poʊˈɛt/ - /ɪk/
mew zee - aight - pow eht - ick
requested by: @mogai-sunflowers
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thank you for being a part of our year last year, and happy new year! <3 /gen /nr
awwww ty :3333 you too!! much love /nr
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Two Eyes, Two Agents | 👽💜🔬
The TV flickers cold static
While the fingers of
The yellow orange streetlight
Reach through my window,
Crawl across the floor,
The walls,
Searching
But it can't find me
Buried under my blankets
Talking trees whisper and creak
In the windy dark outside
Trading coordinates to guess
At my location
I switch the channel
To disrupt their communication
I am a furnace
Hot breath recycling
To fan the flames of fear
Licking up my spine
My eyes the only anatomy
Brave enough to bear witness —
"THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE"
I am *terrified* of this show
But I am more scared
Of what's outside,
Of being alone.
They are here
Once again,
To keep me company
Two eyes
And two agents
Keeping watch
Lest the monsters find me in the dark...
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