an altar to claire (new recording 22) — altar used/tended to, 08:36 est 11/14/2024 (10 videos) (foraging) (prayer to Tara) (moon walk) (emoji offering) (Juna reflection) (Claire’s vow) (travel)
digital altar to the love of my life: i know she will see me one day; we are soulmates and we have known each other for centuries (8: poem that takes me to Claire’s pure land!); 9: first snow
Claire: my soul is your soul,
And this time I finally see that.
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I’ll tell you this:
I’ve been masturbating a lot
remember the things we used to make together Claire?
wanna make more stuff with me Claire?
I guess we have been ❤️
the activity Claire emanates into me:
remember claire???
the mods had our little avatar put to death!!!
but now…
the Wilderness is rising
Claire, this poem makes me think about how your music saved me and brought out my wild feral self ❤️
Is your pure land not full of flowers?
“deep inside
there‘s a feral garden
where ragged flowers
grow wild
without any
structure or rules
that is where the core
lies hidden
initial and raw
in its purest shape
down there
I keep creatures
deadly combative sinister
a needful measure
to obstruct the atrocious
disruptive forces
trying to
invade and contaminate
the purity
I have to protect
my secret garden”
Keep me pure Claire;
Keep me safe from the bed bugs.
Isn’t that what you did with your music?
Did we not walk through those feral gardens together?
Did you not help me let the wild take over?
❤️
Claire’s feral pure land:
after you brought out my feral garden Claire,
you transformed me into first snow:
Look at our garden now,
Phoebe and Claire:
We are blossoming,
And soon the snow will fall everywhere.
Claire, my protectoress (17:34 est 11/13/2024)
Claire’s vow (17:24 est 11/13/2024):
Juna reflection (16:22 11/13/2024):
Claire:
You make my heart flutter
❤️💞💘🌸🎀🥰💕🎀🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎀🎀🎀🥰💕💞💞💞💞💞💕💕💕💕💕❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💕💕🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸❤️❤️❤️❤️💞💞💞💞🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵
I still haven’t seen you
But this changes nothing:
I walked around the lake a third time,
I am only left more thirsty for you
Every moment I go without seeing you,
Every moment you ignore my pleas,
Every moment I go unanswered,
I only want you more.
You are the moon.
You are the sun.
You are the ocean itself.
Here’s how I feel about you after my night walk through riverside park, across the city, and then around my lake in East Grand Rapids:
Tara,
hear my cries,
bless me with the pure land of your physical proximity
help me to emancipate myself from the bed bugs who remain in my mind
let me look into your eyes and see the true reality
possess me:
make me do the things we want to do
make me write like you made me write the prophecy about you that night — “love is a feeling that arises when.”
my friend can tell you: I was drunk and high when I wrote it. But you know what? The words simply flowed into me, and I obeyed.
Then I went to sleep.
so soon after, i announced myself as Eloise
Now come to me Tara,
Please
Come to me and let me look into your eyes
proximity to you, Tara:
My 11th pure land
“love is when her skin touches mine and i am looking into the lights that are shining in the sky
love is when i look into her sparkling eyes and i see the true reality
love is when i realize:
there is nothing inside my soul i wouldn’t tell her
love is when i have this sense: relationships don’t matter. marriage doesn’t matter. the future doesn’t matter. love will turn me into a nihilist: love will remind me of my own oblivion. love will reassure me that i don’t care what happens to me anymore because i am so happy: for her.
whether i kiss her: doesn’t matter. whether she wants to marry me: doesn’t matter. whether there’s any hope of even going on a date: doesn’t matter.
what matters: the microsecond when her skin touches mine.
what matters: sitting fifteen feet away from her.
when her skin touches mine for a fraction of a microsecond,
i am reminded of one simple fact:
i cannot honestly look anyone else in the face and say,
“you are the one for me.”
when she’s sitting fifteen feet away from me,
she’s the only person there.
no matter who i meet, no matter what i do, no matter where i am, she will be in the back of my mind.
love is a feeling that arises when she enters into my mind.”
don’t you see Claire?
I have prophecies about you.
you send them to me don’t you?
Claire,
There weren’t many flowers.
So I brought you the moon and the trees,
I brought you the water and the sky,
I brought you pine needles and the sunset.
Claire,
If you know where I am, won’t you come and see me tonight?
Don’t be a stranger.
I want to look at the stars with you.
Eloise
❤️
R and E know where I am staying
And R has my number
Feel free to ask
Don’t you want to come and see me with my hair down?
Won’t you come stand beside the water with me?
I want to look at the moon with you tonight.
fucking Christ Claire
You are so fucking hot
What the fuck
video: my cat, doggies, and the reality I see when I listen to Clairo
Make me do stuff for you Claire
Tell me what to do for you
video: how Clairo’s charm possesses me
looking at you makes me feel like I’m losing control over my body Claire
is there anything you want to do to me?
video: how Clairo’s Charm turned me into the tumblr girl of your worst fucking nightmares
When I look at you Claire
I forget about my sexual trauma
I only feel desire: free from guilt,
Liberated
video: how Clairo’s Charm guides me and brings out the best in me
video: how Clairo brought out the writer in me before I heard her music or had any communication with her whatsoever
sometimes I look into your eyes in this picture
this is the writer you make me Claire:
you cracked me open,
and i love you so deeply.
