well I’ve heard there was a certain man
that lived in Russia long ago
but you don’t really care for gone cats, do you
well it goes like this
for moscow chicks
the lover of the russian queen
is a cold and is a broken ra ra rasputin
Tag: moamiswriting
If I can take a breath, then I can lift my head.
If I can lift my head, then I can take a step.
And with that, I walk.
And with that, motion is mine;
No matter the haste, pay it no mind.
A journey is more than just path
So I’ll spend my moments
For the landscape to wander by my side.
I’m convinced that the only reason cats can’t fly is because they don’t want to. They’re close enough anyways with their flexibility and zero fall damage and their strange combo of can climb anything, can stick to anything, can fit into anything. If cats really wanted to fly, they’d find a way, and I am both terrified and curious to see how they’d do it.
The worst thing about summer is that I can’t just take a long hot bath to temporarily fix all my problems.
me at 3 am, lying on an iceberg stretched on a picnic blanket, eating mangoes and asking the stars: how to trust people & make friends & be loved without having to reveal anything about myself ever
someone once asked me if germans have a specific method of breathing when both our words and sentences are so long. bold of that guy to assume that we breathe at all
as the old saying goes: you yeet what you sow
Was sagt ein deutscher Biologe, dem ein Song im Ohr hängen bleibt?
Oh Wurm?
ending your message to someone with “…” can only mean one of two things:
barely suppressed rage or softly impending seduction
if you find bones in the forest, sit a bit and listen. they are old and have some good stories to tell. maybe they’ll teach you a spell or two, or explain where the water on our planet came from.
if you find bones by the ocean, run. don’t look back. run, faster, faster. the sea may love you but there are nights where she knows neither mercy nor science, and the bones warn you only once.
boi if you find bones call the police i hate this website so much
this is a piece of creative writing, in case you couldn’t tell from the fact that real bones don’t usually go hey lil’ mama lemme whisper bony secrets in your ear or warn you of the incoming tides like a calcified weather frog.
Moami 