I was just over here spiraling about men and trauma loops and then this shows up like: “Hey bitch, what if paradise is silence with a pulse?” How DARE you? I love it
I’m saving this. Might tattoo “She is the beloved already” on the inside of my skull. I swear, I both love it and it hurts to read, all at once 🖤
Now you've done it. I've flipped the breaker. I'm glowing. I'm gnawing garbage. I’m pacing around my cabin like some gothy opossum whispering “silence with a pulse” to the beat of a deerskin bodhran. What have you done?!
I was just over here spiraling about men and trauma loops and then this shows up like: “Hey bitch, what if paradise is silence with a pulse?” How DARE you? I love it
I’m saving this. Might tattoo “She is the beloved already” on the inside of my skull. I swear, I both love it and it hurts to read, all at once 🖤
Paradise IS silence with a pulse— *no really*. I love that phrasing so much.
Also, you can’t unsee this now, the lights are on. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA
🖤
Now you've done it. I've flipped the breaker. I'm glowing. I'm gnawing garbage. I’m pacing around my cabin like some gothy opossum whispering “silence with a pulse” to the beat of a deerskin bodhran. What have you done?!
I’m dying 😂😂😂 also… excited
I love the way you capture (or at least try to 😉) the elusive nature of ‘consciousness’. You have a beautiful way with words :-)
Awwwww thank you so much, this really means a lot to me. 🥹
Sofa is paradise.