[ID: a google doc with the italicized text: “orpheus loves eurydice.” “loves” has a blue underline under it, which is signalling that it should be autocorrected to “and.” End ID.]
literally emo over this autocorrect . like it’s right… there’s no need for “orpheus loves eurydice” as a statement. the evidence is already there: orpheus and eurydice
holding my own face in my own hands and screaming “there is no connection without an open heart! you must be brave! you must be honest! you must be true!” in the mirror
i hope the anonymous person who sent the “i used to live in your house. i’m drunk in boston and it’s the only address i know. happy holidays” postcard is aware that they wrote my favourite poem
i had enough of dating apps and the boring hey what’s up hi nothing wbu messages why don’t you just stab me instead then leave me on your kitchen floor and walk away knowing that your stab was surgical because u wanted me to live
it’s ok if you’re scared. or tired. or unsure. or one million billion other complicated emotions at once. but i’ve decided things are going to be ok anyway. and i will hold that belief close to my heart no matter how scared or tired or lonely or depressed or one million billion other things i am. i will hold onto that. and if you’re scared, you can hold onto me. we can carry each other through
going to be honest though the type of blood oaths where you swear by pressing your bleeding cuts together to mingle the blood have so much erotic potential to me. what if we fit our open wounds together. what if the insides of us touched & our essences mixed. this too could be sex
