Rosemary @honeybrew_coffee@computerfairi.es

Feeling another poem forming like a lump in my throat. Poetry comes out of me like a block (or several blocks) of maple from my throat; it is a painful, uncomfortable passing. But once I hold it in my hands I whittle it into shape, slowly carving it in into what it was born to be.

A better world is possible.
Compassion is within us.
May it be so in our lifetime.

Finished a poem for the first time in years today

Rosemary Rosemary Rosemary Lark

The thing is that I didn't really have much of one, my sleep pattern is just irresponsible, but every person I get with ends up being either nocturnal or never awake.

If you want to be my lover you gotta have a very disordered sleep pattern

I wonder how different early modern Italian is? Like I can't speak Italian anyway but early modern English I can understand for the most part even if I have to stretch my brain from time to time.

This has been random morning musings with Rosemary. Carry on.

The guy just wanted someone to talk to. Someone safe he could talk about his ideas to. Even his priest who brought his case to the Inquisition was like "he's really harmless and a little odd but we all like him, he's a good guy." What I'd give to go back in time, sit down with some cheese and bread, and let him talk my ear off (in this fantasy I can understand early modern Italian I guess).

Once again thinking about Domenico Scandella. A completely normal person to think about in the 21st century

Whenever I see that someone whose work I enjoy still masks as a general rule I just get this huge surge of warmth

This is why we need to get rid of computer.
For security purposes? No.
For the betterment of mental health? No.
To encourage local communities to reconnect again? Good idea but no.

It's to reduce lesbian pining and yearning— won't get rid of it 100%, the moon is still 385,000 km away, but still.

Putting a 10 year moratorium on crushes living further than half an hour away. I will not be able to stop crushing, but if the people I'm crushing on stop turning out to be a day+ drive away or an ocean away it would be greatly appreciated

Just fucking bite me already

Anyone telling you otherwise is either trying to sell you something or simply doesn't know

It's always about love. All of it. Every last piece of *waves aggressively at the sky* THIS!? It's about love. You, me, them, us, yesterday, today, tomorrow, here, there, everywhere it's all about love, it's always been about love and I know this because of the way love sings in these aching bones and dances across every burning synapse— it's a mirror to it all, everything. Love is all it's ever been about.

Was no one gonna tell me kiwi sound like that

The Vulcan kiss is so tender and vulnerable— on to be touched gently by a touch telepath as intentional intimacy

Paying the price for behaving knavishly in my thirties

You could dance upon the tip of my tongue for days and I'll never know you knew and the sun sets a little later into you

How do I even begin to explain it to you