Having A Muse Sucks. How Do You Tell Someone That They Are Pretty Much The Love Of Your Life But Like,

Having a muse sucks. How do you tell someone that they are pretty much the love of your life but like, platonically? Now I know why so many renaissance poets got so heavy into ye olde vagueposting.

"Hey I know we don't talk that much and I don't mean to be intimidating or anything but I thought you should know that but yours is a beauty which burns in my heart undimmed by the wear of years."

"You are the sole pattern of my passions, but like, in a chill way."

"Your very presence in this world redeems all my fallen hopes for joy, not that I like you or anything."

"Like hey, no romo but u are the song my soul would sing.

...U make my heart go ringy ding ding."

Me: Hello learned one, I seem to be suffering from an endless cycle of disfigurement and pain? Assist?

The Beautymancer: Your problem is a simple one. You have simply too much skin on your face and must remove it with a razor forthwith.

Dysthymia man, it wierds up your whole life even when its getting better. I was just feeling super off after an argument with someone, and suddenly something clicked.

"Oh! My ego is bruised! I have an EGO now! Wow!"

Progress, people, progress.

Sometimes I try to make Art with a capital A and it's just the worst. Not gonna stop tho. Probably should. In other news I know own some very colorful garbage.

It is a delight to Amble. A restrained Frolic. Just to Perambulate about and do a little wiggle that annoys the everliving hell out of your sister.

The first time I ate Popeye's chicken was in complete and total darkness. Just a fact about me.