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jaspas-journals · 3 years
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Sapphic Pirates
I come home to you my dear heart, your embrace warmer than any hearth. I long for my place in your eyes, sail these troubled oceans to anchor in your berth. I bring with me a fortune plentiful, but nothing out glitters your shining worth. I live for our time together, as there is no sound more wondrous than your mirth.
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jaspas-journals · 3 years
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A poem I came across in my magazine studies, from the one-time publication 'The Bird's Nest' by 'Swift'.
Beware she's fooling thee.
"At her feet he bowed and fell,"
And grovelling said, "I love thee well,"
"O let me buy the wedding ring" --
"No, no" the fair replies "By string"
"I'll lead you, old boy, like a bear"
"Though for your "hug I never care,"
"As a bear from hollow honey sips,"
"You seek the honey of my lips:"
"To rouge et noir you've lost your heart,"
"But never feel I Cupid's dart;"
"My waist so tightly is set in,"
"My heart is into fan let in,"
"My tootsey-wootseys are so small"
"That owl's eye would see none at all."
"Of murderer you'll meet the fate,"
"A hempen noose below the pate,"
"Right fate for lady-killer too,"
"Who bored me with his billets-deux"
Note: yes they did spell the second buy incorrectly and yes you must look up the image that goes with this poem. It's kinky.
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jaspas-journals · 3 years
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Her, my home.
I come because I miss her, I come because she calls, I come because my time with her is precious beyond it all. She is the one who hugs me, She is the one who cares, She is the one I bury my tears in as she strokes my hair. Whisper me those sweet goodnights, Your voice a lullaby. Weave our fingers to hold our hands, and Loose me in your eyes. She is the one I dream of, She is the one with dimpled cheeks, She is the one who laughs aloud when my jokes fly overreached. I come because there is no one else who I would rather see I come because our hearts are twined together, My home is her and me.
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jaspas-journals · 3 years
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Woke up this morning with one arm absolutely devoid of bones..
Who summoned the bone fairy on me? I'm not ready to be a spaghetti arm based superhero
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jaspas-journals · 3 years
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So one night I was incredibly drunk-tired and on returning to my room pulled everything off the bed and curled up by the heater.
Y'all my base instinct is to nest.
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jaspas-journals · 3 years
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It has been three days! and this godforsaken college still has no hot water.
What is my rent even paying for? because the heater in my room is dead too.
Ugh.
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jaspas-journals · 3 years
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I chickened out, but ayy if I'm not going to stare a the ceiling for 2hrs and ride out this fucked up high
Ayup fam we making some special*TM drinks tonight.
I don't have a will but I wish everything I own goes to my mum and that they bury my heart and plant a maple and a wattle tree over my grave.
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jaspas-journals · 3 years
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Ayup fam we making some special*TM drinks tonight.
I don't have a will but I wish everything I own goes to my mum and that they bury my heart and plant a maple and a wattle tree over my grave.
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jaspas-journals · 3 years
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Feeling as drained as my battery life ~
Living on the edge of 2%
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jaspas-journals · 3 years
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Ow, my NECK
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jaspas-journals · 3 years
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Glue guns: hot.
Glitter: everywhere.
My ambition? High.
Let's get CRAFTY.
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jaspas-journals · 3 years
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The best time for making art is when you're high.
Truly a psychodelic expirience
And I mean colours!
Just don't eat the paint
Totally sniff it tho
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jaspas-journals · 3 years
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If the apocalypse happens and I survive initial fallout, I'm going to become all powerful.
Not by starting a survival cult or leading a warrior faction, but by becoming a librarian for the new age.
My tribe would be hold up in libraries across the continent becoming the teachers and the knowledge providers for those who go through epic journeys to seek it.
Our final mastery ritual would be sending the person out into the world to establish a new library chain location.
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jaspas-journals · 3 years
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Felinyan’s. Do not touch.🗡️
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jaspas-journals · 3 years
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Ayup, feeling bit British today.
Any countries feel like getting invaded?
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jaspas-journals · 3 years
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I have come to the laborious conclusion that I have only had burning passion/love for my best of friends.
As in it strikes me down so deeply to see them in horrible or abusive relationships or just plain negative situation, yet my heart quietly but I guess happily weeps when they finally catch that break.
I've had partners/relationships/flings before but there's really no drive beyond that initial starry-eyed encounter. I go through the motions of the 'relationship' like a checklist and am not sad sometimes even glad to see them end.
I guess love is love, unrequited, lost or otherwise.
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jaspas-journals · 3 years
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It's gotten to the point on this trip that my friends have turned into baggage that I have to drag about everyday.
I'm behavioraly exhausted trying to keep face, keep them entertained, and keep from abandoning them all together.
Is this what it's like to have children..?
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