I have been feeling more like myself, which is to say that I’ve been reading more

Rosalías LUX the only thing keeping me alive

Approximately 50-60th attempt to move myself out of the Twitter box (I refuse to call it X) because the ads are overstimulating me fuck capitalism Reading this essay titled The New Thing by Juliet Annan and fell in love with her writing only for me to find out this is her only ...

This Full Moon in Aries… EVERYONE PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF!!! SHUT UP!!!

I’m always overstimulated

I haven’t been well. I haven’t been well in a while “Oh please. You’re fucking super!” What the hell I am fucking super

My chihuahua keeps staring at me while I sleep

I keep asking myself what is mine Is there anything at all that belongs to me If I am hollow, it must be my fault Sometimes I want to tear myself loose, untether, drift past the canopy and into the sky To be cruel To finally admit I am empty To be unloving To stop living Lo...

The contradiction that is to ache for salvation. To long for someone to sit beside you in silence. To share in the vast and endless of the universe. To be bounded within an embedded independence. Unwilling to burden. To not ask. To not ask. To not ask. To not ask. To not ask...

Every fruit, bruised Palms full Welcome to tender island No fruit, however Falls back (The undoing of loneliness) (The deafening silence)

I have been feeling more like myself, which is to say that I’ve been reading more

Rosalías LUX the only thing keeping me alive

Approximately 50-60th attempt to move myself out of the Twitter box (I refuse to call it X) because the ads are overstimulating me fuck capitalism Reading this essay titled The New Thing by Juliet Annan and fell in love with her writing only for me to find out this is her only ...

This Full Moon in Aries… EVERYONE PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF!!! SHUT UP!!!

I’m always overstimulated

I haven’t been well. I haven’t been well in a while “Oh please. You’re fucking super!” What the hell I am fucking super

My chihuahua keeps staring at me while I sleep

I keep asking myself what is mine Is there anything at all that belongs to me If I am hollow, it must be my fault Sometimes I want to tear myself loose, untether, drift past the canopy and into the sky To be cruel To finally admit I am empty To be unloving To stop living Lo...

The contradiction that is to ache for salvation. To long for someone to sit beside you in silence. To share in the vast and endless of the universe. To be bounded within an embedded independence. Unwilling to burden. To not ask. To not ask. To not ask. To not ask. To not ask...

Every fruit, bruised Palms full Welcome to tender island No fruit, however Falls back (The undoing of loneliness) (The deafening silence)