#rj poems

[claudia-kishi]

It's not just for anyone, but I thought it was very you.

#elementary #elementaryedit #elementasquee #rjs*: new #dead man's switch #ele s1 #sherlock holmes #joan watson #brotp: you and i are bound #i think about this poem and this scene 24.7 quite literally #like how am i supposed to move on as a person from this

[blackberryjambaby]

i usually read poetry foundation's poem of the day email over breakfast & today's poem is fucking real estate by richard siken. poetryfoundation.org why are you doing this to me

#rj speaks #richard siken #yesterday's poem was the monster in the lake by martín espada which was also a bad way to start the day #730am & im crying about colonisation??

[cto10121]

What kills me is…Shakespeare didn’t have to make Romeo and Juliet actually love each other if the whole point was Not To Do The Hate, People.

He could have just done a West Side Story (ha) and said, “Look at these nice basic-ass teens. Cute crush, won’t last, whatever, but they still Deserve Rights(tm)” and focused his art on the destructiveness of the feuding. Fleshed out the reasons for the feud and satirized the upper-class, rich, shallow, violent society of Verona. Have the teens get destroyed by that violence as a symbolic linchpin.

He didn’t have to make Romeo and Juliet the actual protagonists. He didn’t have to make them so similar in outlook and values and personality. He didn’t have to make them react the same to good and bad news. He didn’t have to have their diction echo each other, didn’t have to make their first interaction with each other into a perfect sonnet. He didn’t have to inject any of their interactions with fucky soulmate vibes. He didn’t have to bend and twist and break the canon of his source material to depict R&J as truly in love.

He did it because their love was and is the point. Otherwise, the play would be pointless. Also because he shipped them. For important literary reasons, of course. But he did.

#romeo and juliet #william shakespeare #rj meta #r&j meta #he 100% looked at arthur brooke’s poem and went ‘whelp fix-it fic’ #and honestly that was so hot of him

[sarcasticsunshine123]

caswen + a misheard lyric 'what if the best thing you had is somebody they want back?' from fumbled the bag = a shitty little poem <3

#caswen #my poetry #hsmtmts #ricky bowen #ej caswell #rj #ricky x ej #ej x ricky #i never realised that wasnt the lyric :( #poetry #poem #poets on tumblr #original poem

[thetableintheback]

figure study - jude francis

[text description:

(in italics) figure study

figure 1: a man stands on a bridge overlooking a river and wishing it was deeper.

figure 2: the afternoon air is hot and still and he sweats through his favorite shirt.

figure 3: a car goes past. a child watches him from the passenger seat.

figure 4: he pats his pockets absentmindedly, as though looking for the keys that he left in the door, or the phone switched off on the bedside table.

figure 5: he tries to remember if he recycled the empty pill bottles before he left. he finds he cannot think clearly.

figure 6: he pats his pockets purposefully and feels the rocks loaded into them.

figure 7: another car passes and trails the notes of a song he's sure he used to know.

figure 8: he hooks one leg over the railing, and then the other.

figure 9: he imagines for a moment that this tableau could be beautiful.

figure 10: the man recites names: of people he loves, or who love him; of poems he once knew by heart; of places he has not been for a long, long time.

figure 11: the afternoon air is hot and silent. he wishes briefly that someone would call his name.

figure 12: the man on the bridge closes his eyes. he leans forwards. the man on the bridge lets go. /end description]

#poetry #original poem #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #spilled ink #suicide tw #drowning tw #drug tw #described #offerings #from the table #ah quick tag edit i forgot to thank rj for the title! #jude francis

[fantasticmxfoxi]

Grief for an awful man

I’m here as I hold you as you cry about a man who isn’t.

I listen as you tell me all the things he doesn’t do which coincidentally are also all the things I do.

You get sad about the love that you no longer feel from him as I list all the things that make me love you.

I try and tell you all the ways in which he’s awful and you try and change the subject. But when someone else tells you the same thing you accept it and thank them for being honest.

Maybe it’s because I’m me. Maybe it’s because I’m not him. Maybe it’s because I’ve never liked him. Maybe it’s because you forget that I’ve been through this too. You tell me to shush every time I bring it up.

It’s really hard to be there for someone over and over and over again and feel ignored every time. Just because I don’t like him doesn’t mean I’m wrong about him being abusive. I don’t like him because he’s abusive.

I hate that he has caused you this much pain. And I hate that you love him still in spite of it.

And I feel so selfish for feeling all of this. I don’t love you to get one-ups on him, but if I did I would be winning.

I just wish the loving relationships you still have were enough. And I know they are. They’re just different to the one you had. And so you still need to grieve for its loss. I just hate to see you so sad.

#poem #oh no RJ is in their feels again #don’t worry I’m sure it will pass #polyamory is tricky #feelings suck

[defomin]

here's a list of all my favourite queer love couples I've came across from all types of mediums (update 240422)

The sign (series) Phaya and Tharn

Supernatural (series) Dean and Cas

Unknown (series) Qian and Yuan

Couple of mirrors (manhua) You-Yi and Wei

Only friends (series) Sand and Ray

Cupid's last wish (series) Korn and Win

Portrait of a lady on fire (movie 2019) Heloise and Marianne

Maurice (movie 1987) Maurice and Alec

Giovanni's room (book) Giovanni and David

Young royals (series) Wilhelm and Simon

Moonlight chicken (series) Jim and Wen

A tale of thousand stars (series) Phupha and Tian

Kiseki dear to me (series) ChenYi and AiDi

To sir, with love (series) Jiu and Tian

Song of Achilles (book) Achilles and Patroclus

Good Omens (series) Crowly and Aziraphale

Laws of attraction (series) Charn and Tinn

God's own country (movie 2017) Johnny and Gheorghe

Dead friend forever (series) Phee and Non

Thirty years old (manhua) Wei big bro and Ian

Thirty years old (manhua) QuiYi and YiCheng

Last twilight (series) Mhok and Day

Red white royal blue (book) Alex and Henry

Moonlight chicken (series) Alan and Gaipa

Semantic error (manhwa) Sangwoo and Jaeyoung

Semantic error (series) Sangwoo and Jaeyoung

The eclipse (series) Ayan and Akk

Moonlight (movie 2016) Chiron and Kevin

Yuri on Ice (anine) Victor and Yuri

19 days (manhua) Tian and Guan Shan

Only friends (series) Boston and Nick

Wolf in the house (manhwa) Minsuk and Bexan

Kinnporche (series) Kinn and Porsche

Mehr and Moshtari (poem) Mehr and Moshtari

My beautiful launderette (movie 1985) Johnny and Omar

Red white royal blue (movie 2023) Alex and Henry

Mignon (anime) Mignon and Young-one

Egoist (movie 2022) Kosuke and Ryuta

Manner of death (series) Tan and Bun

Brokeback mountain (movie 2005) Jack and Ennis

Gap (series) Sam and Mon

Kinnporche (series) Vegas and Pete

Dead friend forever (series) Tee and White

Pitbabe (series) Pete and Way

Moonlight chicken (series) Heart and Li-ming

The sign (series) Khem and Thongthai

The plague (book) Tarrou and Rieux (not canon, lol)

Kiseki dear to me (series) ZeRui and ZongYi

Pitbabe (series) Alan and Jeff

Laws of attraction (series) Thee and Thaenthai

Freefall (movie 2013) Kay and Marc

Pitbabe (series) Charlie and Babe

Carol (movie 2015) Carol and Therese

Doukyusei (anime) Kusakabe and Sajo

Couple of mirrors (series) You-Yi and Wei

Good Omens (series) Nina and Maggie

The eclipse (series) Khan and Thua

Call me by your name (movie 2017) Oliver and Elio

19 days (manhua) Jian Yi and Zheng Xi

The falls (trilogy) RJ and Chris

Supernatural (series) Claire and Kaia

Maurice (movie 1987) Maurice and Clive

Kinnporche (series) Time and Tay

Kinnporche (series) Kim and Porchay

Demian (book) Demian and Emil

Only friends (series) Top and Mew

The sign (series) Dao and Nee

Laws of attraction (series) Rose and Maya

Young royals (series) Stella and Fredrika

Only friends (series) April and Cheum

Manner of death (series) Sorn and That

History 4: close to you (series) Li Cheng and Mu Ren

#the sign #pit babe the series #supernatural #only friends #cupid's last wish #the sign the series #portrait of a lady on fire #portrait de la jeune fille en feu #maurice 1987 #giovanni's room #young royals #moonlight chicken #a tale of thousand stars #song of achilles #good omens #kiseki dear to me #laws of attraction #god's own country #last twilight #red white and royal blue #semantic error #the eclipse #moonlight 2016 #yuri on ice #19 days #wolf in the house #my beautiful laundrette #gap the series #carol 2015 #call me by your name

[theabyssgazesalsointoyou]

found these poem excerpts in my notes app with the caption 'rj coded'

#first two pics from richard siken's poem A Primer for the Small Weird Loves #second two from his poem Little Beast #bmc #be more chill #richjake

[1111-sunset-circle]

welcome to my super special secret selfship blog :-) my name is barry, but i also go by raymond/james/rj. i’m 20 and i love people who aren’t real a whooole lot very autistically. so talk to me!! be friends with me!! i’m just a silly guy, i would love to talk about f/os or your interests or anything else!

also, this is for fun and coping. i’m not into the whole reality shifting thing nor do i believe i can actually interact with my f/os. i might also rb poems, aesthetics, fanart, or other stuff that reminds me of my f/os! my nsfw side blog is @fatherbfs.

f/o list and more info: https://sunsetcircle.carrd.co! (for those i don’t really like sharing, just let me know their tag(s) and i can easily filter it out! don’t let this prevent you from following me i am chill about it)

DNI: MAP/NOMAP, proship/comship, loli, the usual (see more above)

my writing (f/o related): #barrywriting

my posts (may or may not be f/o related): #barryposting

specific posts about my f/os: #barryloving

catch-all f/o tag: ‘the orange’ by wendy cope

#i’m really new to the community so i don’t know any of the tags.. #selfship #self ship #self insert #platonic f/o #f/o community #romantic f/o #f/o x s/i #f/o imagines #fictional other #barryposting

[nancyqueerler]

'' you were literally all over me. not that i mind. '' for the ronance kiss prompt !!

"You were literally all over me, Nance!" Robin knocked her elbow into Nancy's side, smug and leaning like some criminal. "Not that I minded."

"Oh be quiet, Buckley." Nancy rolled her eyes, catching Robin's on the turn. They were bluer than last night, she noted, perhaps dipped in the silky mirth of drunk memories. Nancy wanted to pluck out those irises and rub them clean of it.

Nancy did not know what to make of this Robin. This Robin who teased like complacent teen boy, yet without the grimy arrogance. It was confidence, freshly unlocked by yesterday night's party at the Wheeler's abode where the eldest of the Wheeler siblings, Nancy, had seemingly been 'all over' Robin Buckley. This, do mind, very much embarrassed Nancy to a nub of red cheeks and fussy thoughts.

Why, thought Nancy. Why did I let myself drink so much...

Robin ambled on, flinging her gestures wildly as she spoke with the chest of a plump peach, like reciting a poem of powerful love when in reality she was recalling the events that unfolded at the party. But despite how desperately Nancy wished to discard the memories entirely, she found that it was a necessity to clear up one of the more persistent fussy thoughts that lingered on the outskirts of her mind.

"Robin?" Nancy took Robin by the elbow and dragged her down the alley between a barber shop and a jewelry store. It was wet, muggy, and overall suffocating, yet the sight of a red-nosed Robin, all bitten pink by the chilly weather, was what stole the breath from Nancy's lungs.

"Hm?" croaked Robin, her hands suddenly restless as they picked randomly at her clothes. Nancy stared for a second, then sighed, a cloud of mist parting from her lips. Robin did the same, too, and their breaths mingled like the pockets of air.

Nancy paused, then said, "Did we... Did we do anything last night? You know, together?"

Robin cocked her head, brows reaching for each other, her brain calibrating what she meant. It came to her after a moment, then she shot back, her head a canon ball, and almost smashed her skull on the bricks behind her.

Before Nancy could pester, Robin tossed her hands up in front of her. "No!" she stuttered, shaking her head. "We did nothing. You were just a bit touchy, that's all—and please stop apologizing for it. It's fine! I wasn't uncomfortable. I'm just exaggerating here, you know."

Robin put her hands on Nancy's shoulders and locked with Nancy's pearly blues. "I would never let anything happen between us when you're drunk, Nance. Got that?"

"I didn't mean it like that—"

"I know, but just to be sure, okay?" Robin took her arms back and tucked them under her armpits to soak in some warmth. Nancy, perhaps having stolen the confidence right from the palms of Robin, took a step into Robin's zone.

"And now that I'm not drunk?" she asked softly, staring up through her lashes.

Robin paused again. "What?"

"Now that I'm not—"

"I heard." Robin set a delicate, now warm hand on Nancy's cheek, the other on the slope of her neck. "Do you mean that, Wheeler?" Her voice dropped to a husk, scraping on her mouth and caressing Nancy's ears like a shiver.

"You have to prove to me that I mean it, Buckley." She trapped a pretty pink lip under her teeth, but had to release it when Robin practically dived into dark waters with Nancy's mouth as a lifesaver.

It was a terribly grin-full kiss. Two pairs of angel wings melding together with putty feathers, shielded by the shadows of back alleys and dull, flickering dead lights of the posts above. Robin's hands suddenly forged from the flames of a morning sun; Nancy's fingers of melting honey on the girl's neck, drawing her in to merge like puzzle pieces.

They drew apart after a millennia, and both uttered wistfully, "Woah."

-

Thanks for the prompt, Rj! I hope I didn't disappoint, 'cause I fr can't tell if this is any good 😭

Ignore any typos you might find. I didn't proofread.

#ronance #listen #i'm screaming #did I like. completely miss the prompt. cause I feel like i did. #anyway #i hope this was enjoyed nonetheless 😭 #heron's writing #efbirb

[blackberryjambaby]

when all the others were away at mass by seamus heaney

#rj speaks #when all the others were away at mass #seamus heaney #i just heard siobhan mcsweeney recount being shared this poem when her ma died & the way she read it.. #that's how it was meant to be heard #the emotion. the rushing finish at the end. the reverence with which she read it. it knocked the air clean out of me #is this grief?

[mitskijamie]

went to the art institute in Chicago today and saw a bunch of homoerotic statues of men nude wrestling. cock and balls memorialized forever in bronze, clay, marble, etc. thought of roy/jamie for every single one but esp Hercules and Antaeus and Hercules and Lichas

there were some weirder ones that reminded me of them too like Hyacinth Awaiting His Turn to Throw the Discus reminded me of jamie (there’s some implications about both their careers in the story and it’s also a beautiful but kind of uncomfortable statue)

if this show came out in like 2016 we’d have so many achilles/patroclus crossover fics of roy/jamie which i kind of want to read even tho i usually don’t like crossovers

also included full titles to the pieces. looking up the descriptions on the art institute’s website is so funny. like they are so clearly homoerotic but it’s not mentioned even a little bit

also makes me think trent was right and the team should’ve gone to museumnacht. maybe then Colin’s dream of the whole team coming out with him would’ve been realized 😔

I love every part of this ask just so you know. I'm too stoned to say anything intelligent back atm (will reblog later with commentary) but "cock and balls memorialized forever in bronze, clay, and marble" is like a poem to me

I actually LOVED the Song of Achilles when I read it in hs... It's been years since I read it but I remember it was the one "booktok" book I've actually thoroughly enjoyed. I would gratefully read a rj tsoa au for real

#ask

[rj-drive-in]

First Post!

Yes, pilgrim, you have stumbled upon the initial offering of RJ's Drive-In Theater, Radio Show, Library, Art Gallery, & Grill. Watch your step. Stumbling is dangerous. In this blog, updated every Sunday at 9am (EST), you will find something strange-- an audio drama, some prose literature, a poem, art, humor, or a recipe for Hackberry Wine unlike anything you've ever tasted. That last one is pretty unlikely, but it just goes to show you what the possibilities are. So get in on the ground floor, because the elevator only goes up from here and the metaphors never end. For this initial offering, we present four (count 'em, four) creations as a sampler for what lies ahead. Enjoy!

Also, please consider checking out our companion blog, the indefatigable and chronically amusing web comic, Trunkards.

And now, onward:

Old-Time Radio Department:

The Blue Cowl, Episode One, "The Adventure of the Nasty Soul"

© 2022 by Rick Hutchins

Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear, when heroes filled the airwaves, and listen as the mysterious Blue Cowl and his trusty Femme Fatale assistant battle homegrown American Nazis.

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Science-Fiction Department:

And here we have one of what I call my "Drunk Science" tales:

THE TABETHAN ANALYSIS © 2022 by Rick Hutchins

Rapping her knuckles lightly on the wooden apartment door, Geetika said, “Professor? Are you home?”

“Come right in, Miss Bakshi,” came the immediate reply.

She opened the door cautiously and peeked inside. The small apartment was dominated by a large dining room table, covered with stacks of books, a handful of mobile devices, a tangle of wires, and the professor’s widescreen laptop. There also appeared to be a six-pack of Sam Adams Boston Lager among the mess.

“Hello, sir.”

Professor McManus was sitting in an office chair at the near end of the table, hunched over the laptop. He swivelled toward Geetika and waved her inside. “Come on, come on,” he said. “No need to stand on ceremony.”

She came hesitantly inside and closed the door. Aside from the electronic devices, the only light came from an old-fashioned floor lamp in the corner and a table lamp next to the couch. In the dimness, the walls seemed to be lined with bookcases.

“Come along, don’t be shy, sit down,” he said, pointing at the couch. He handed her a bottle of beer from the six-pack. “I saved you a Sam Adams.”

She thanked him and sat down, noting that the remaining bottles were empty. “You’ve had the other five already?”

“Eleven,” he corrected. “But there’s more in the fridge when you need them.”

“Will I need them?”

He leaned back in the office chair and it squeaked. He regarded her with a steady gaze that gave little hint of inebriation. It was odd to see Thompson McManus outside of class, in jeans and an MIT school jersey-- which revealed that he was heavier around the middle than she had thought. He was still quite a handsome older man, despite that.

“More than likely,” he said at last.

“Is this about my grades?”

“What? No, no,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. “Are you kidding? You’re my best student. That’s why you’re here. Hell, you could teach my classes.”

Inwardly, she breathed a sigh of relief. “I could?”

“And you probably should,” he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “I should have retired ten years ago. Now I wish I had.” Maybe he was a little tipsy at that.

“Then why did you ask me to come over, sir?”

“Because,” he said, reaching into the mess on his desk and pulling out a thumb drive, “I need a little peer review done.” He tossed the drive and she caught it. “You’re aware that I’ve been working on an article for The Astrophysical Journal on KIC 8462852?”

“Oh, yes,” she nodded with a smile, almost giddy that she wasn’t in some kind of trouble. “Tabby’s famous star. ‘I’m not saying that it’s aliens– but it’s aliens!’”

Professor McManus smiled mildly and nodded his head.

“So... what did you find”

“It’s aliens.”

Geetika’s jaw dropped. “You... it’s... what?!”

The professor took a deep breath, and ran his hand through his shock of white hair. “In order to synthesize the most accurate and extant knowledge base for my study, I collected every known data point from every known source available. Kepler, the Planet Hunters Project, historical observations, Spitzer, AstroLAB, the GRB Mission, the VLA, Mauna Kea, you name it. I cross-referenced everything with Doctor Boyajian herself. It’s all on the stick.”

“And your conclusion?”

“It’s a megastructure. Of a sort.”

“But I was sure they had ruled out any kind of Dyson object.”

“They ruled out everything. Every theory was falsified. The only reasonable explanation was a giant dust cloud, or clouds, but nobody could account for the missing infrared radiation. I was finally able to account for the missing radiation.”

“In what way?”

“By demonstrating that the clouds are not made of dust. They’re made of trillions upon trillions of nanomachines.”

“Oh, my god. A Dyson swarm of nanomachines? Is that possible?”

“You’ll be the judge, Miss Bakshi,” he replied, indicating the memory stick. “It makes sense. A cloud that size would have enough memory and computing power to hold a nearly infinite virtual reality, and it would be much easier to build and maintain than gargantuan cities in flight. The Tabethans could have uploaded themselves to their version of Heaven and made themselves immortal. If that’s what really happened.”

“That’s remarkable. Amazing. Everything fits.” Then she saw the look on his face. “What do you mean, if that’s what really happened?”

The professor sighed. “That’s not all I found,” he said. “I was also able to confirm that the clouds orbit within the habitable zone.”

“Why is that a problem?”

“There’s no planet in the habitable zone.”

Geetika shrugged. “Wouldn’t the Tabethans have dismantled their planet to build the nanomolecular clouds?”

“Not necessary. If you’re constructing a Dyson Sphere or a Ringworld or anything similar, you’d need to clear the system for building materials and to remove dangerous debris and gravitational disturbances. A nanomolecular cloud can be built from the materials in asteroids and comets. It doesn’t even need to be in the habitable zone.”

“Then where did the planet... oh. Oh, my god.” She remembered her Sam Adams and took a long, long drink. “Oh, my god.”

Professor McManus nodded grimly. “Exactly. It may have been an industrial accident or maybe a doomsday weapon. Or just a prototype that got out of control.”

Geetika put her hand over her mouth and sat back on the couch. “Oh, no. Instead of uploading themselves to Heaven, the Tabethans may just have obliterated themselves.”

“Actually,” said the professor slowly, “it may be far worse than that.”

“What do you mean? What could be worse?”

“This is why I need you to peer review my results before I publish. The paper has to be perfect, given the implications. I was able to incorporate some new data sent to me by some colleagues at Cornell earlier this week, and that changed everything.”

“What is the new data?”

“Two things, both of which imply that the clouds are not native to Tabby’s Star. One is simply that the comparison of targeted spectral isotope analyses suggests that they were constructed around a K-Type main sequence star.”

“And the other?”

Professor McManus leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, and paused for a long moment. “The gas clouds don’t just have a deficit of infrared radiation,” he said at last. “Some of them have a surplus of ultraviolet radiation.”

“Oh,” she gasped.

“Exactly.”

“They’re blue shifted.”

“Exactly.”

“They’re moving toward us.”

“At a large fraction of the speed of light,” the professor replied. “Leaving us scarcely centuries to prepare.”

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Pulp Space Opera Department

Little Miss Muffet ain't got nothing on our girl Victoria here.

Victoria Peak Versus Victoriapeak. © 2022 by Rick Hutchins

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Humor Department

"Always leave 'em laughing," say those who say sayings. So here's a little something for breakfast. Please join us again next Sunday at 9am for more somethings.

© 2022 by Rick Hutchins

#OTR #Blue Cowl #audio drama #adventure #Youtube #science fiction #humor #art #fantasy #Pulp Fiction #artistic nude #Tabby's Star

[sherifftillman]

thank you for the tag @iero! 💜

Name: rj! if we're friends who talk, you can call me ridge, too, but i'd prefer it if people who don't know me on a more personal level to just stick w rj, pls <3

Age: [schmidt from new girl voice] twenny-NOINE!

Pronouns: they/them

Tell me about one of your hobbies: uhhh most of my hobbies are stuff i show off on here so there's not much to say that you lot probably don't already know lmao. isn't it wild that i've only been making gifs for 6 months though?! 

What languages do you speak?: english, welsh, german, some french, some spanish, some russian, some british sign language

One of your comfort movies: oh christ, one?! let's say scott pilgrim vs the world, i love it bc i can quote it religiously, it's a v safe movie for me. that being said, i reserve judgement on ANYONE else who says it's their fave movie until they can tell me why, especially a man. if they say it's bc they're just like scott? MAJOR red flag my dude 

Do you have any kids? Do you want any?: nope squared. my best friend has a kid and that's all i need

Cold weather or hot weather: i always say hot when it's currently cold and cold when it's currently hot, lol. i like hot weather in places like america where i can go inside and know i'll cool down, but i like bundling up in cold weather, too 

You’re at an amusement park. What ride are you going on first?: i've always been the person who crowdsources what everyone else wants to do and then i'm the one who plans where we go based on convenience lol. basically i'm good with the first ride we see 

What’s your go-to hairstyle/How do you wear your hair most days?: i usually like to get it chopped at chin length so it doesn't need to be put up, but i haven't had a chance to get it done, so i put it up in a poor excuse of a bun to get the weight of it off of my head 

Who was your top artist in your Spotify Wrapped/Apple Music Reply in 2022?: it was a band called lovejoy, who i found bc one of the guys in it is a streamer i've been watching for years and i really love thier music :) 

You’ve just been handed $1,000 but you have to spend it on clothes. Where are you shopping?: oh god, just wherever does clothes that fit me LMAO 

Wireless or corded headphones: how the fuck did i survive without my wireless soupbowls lmao

Finally, tell me something that sparks joy: one of my residents wrote me a poem today :)

no presh: @keerysquinn @barbienheimer @reysorigins @finalgalnancy @sarahsmiller

#tag game

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i feel like a lot of people into slam poetry are fairly familiarized with “explaining my depression to my mother” by sabrina benaim because it is a fantastic poem but i feel like a significantly smaller portion of people have heard of “my mother explains my depression to me” by rj walker (which was taken after sabrina’s poem naturally) which i feel like fucks me up irreversibly every time i re-listen to it

#nightmare.personal #i'm working on a poem that is attempting to acheive a similar vibe so i'm rewatching both #just so i can get the slam rhythm into my head and take that into the written text