Moving house tomorrow
Be careful, I've heard they're heavy
Not mine, mine is a
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there’s got to be at least one trans woman named eve out there whose deadname is adam. and she’s the funniest person to ever grace this earth with her presence.
I feel so appreciated :3
WE FOUND HER!!!!!!!!!!!!
GOD SAID ADAM AND EVE SO SHE WAS BOTH
I said this same thing! Except I’m also bi so I add to it a little 😇
Oh hey idk why it says I deactivated. I just changed my name. Still here babes 😎
Under One Small Star
by Wislawa Szymborska
My apologies to chance for calling it necessity
My apologies to necessity if I’m mistaken, after all.
Please, don’t be angry, happiness, that I take you as my due.
May my dead be patient with the way my memories fade.
My apologies to time for all the world I overlook each second.
My apologies to past loves for thinking that the latest is the first.
Forgive me, distant wars, for bringing flowers home.
Forgive me, open wounds, for pricking my finger.
I apologise for my record of minuets to those who cry from the depths.
I apologise to those who wait in railway stations for being asleep today at five a.m.
Pardon me, hounded hope, for laughing from time to time.
Pardon me, deserts, that I don’t rush to you bearing a spoonful of water.
And you, falcon, unchanging year after year, always in the same cage,
you gaze always fixed on the same point in space,
forgive me, even if it turns out you were stuffed.
My apologies to the felled tree for the table’s four legs.
My apologies to great questions for small answers.
Truth, please don’t pay me much attention.
Dignity please be magnanimous.
Bear with me, O mystery of existence, as I pluck the occasional thread from your train.
Soul, don’t take offense that I’ve only got you now and then.
My apologies to everyone that I can’t be everywhere at once.
My apologies to everyone that I can’t be each woman and each man.
I know that I won’t be justified as long as I live,
since I myself stand in my own way.
Don’t bear me ill will, speech, that I borrow weighty words,
then labor heavily so that they may seem light.
*me tied up in some horny bdsm ropes* Agh ya caught me Jessup. And now the whole darn town is gonna go to shit. you know i’m the only cowboy who can run this joint. lemme out
Nervously, I pull from the tarot deck. It's the Nine of Clocks. My fate is revealed to me: It's my bedtime, and I gotta go to sleeps
Volume warning for the censoring used in the second half, but also damn Dani is a good smutcrafter.
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