what a poet needs to survive:

tea, or coffee, or anything that warms up our fragile hearts. a friend that is deadly honest but also comforts our darkest demons a subscription for Spotify premium so we won't be interrupted when we hit a spark something cozy preferably a dog or cat that'll remind us that we're loved constructive criticism that helps us build taller, but doesn't tare us down longer nights for late-night creative bursts that last into the early morning gentle reminders that we're still relevant and that ai hasn't replaced us heartfelt emotions that are too much to say in just a few words a limiter that stops our overactive imagination from freaking us out I hope you don't roll your eyes at this extensive list cause we're really trying our best