in between hourswhile the sky blinked slow and nobody asked anything from me. afternoons feel like limbo. not morning’s promise, not night’s softness — just this quiet middle where time forgets itself. i’m not doing much, just sitting with thoughts that don’t ask... See More »
sunlight speaks in hushesthe morning tiptoes in, not with fanfare, but with golden fingers pulling the night off your shoulders. you don’t need to be ready yet. you just need to breathe. the world can wait while you sip the silence. the sun already believes in you. isn’t... See More »
slightly blurrywith one sock on and a brain full of static. my thoughts feel like fog on glass. nothing clear, just shapes and feelings. i don’t mind it, though. some nights aren’t for clarity. some nights are just for being a little blurry, a little soft, a... See More »
Which fictional character would you trust to babysit your pet (and why is it a bad idea)?Mine would be Anne Shirley (Anne of Green Gables) Vibe: Cottage core, overly apologetic Why you’d trust her: She’d write your pet poetry, feed them berries, and make up lullabies. Why it’s a bad idea: Comes back with your cat in a handmade bonne... See More »
Evening thingsPosted on a night that didn’t ask for much, and maybe that’s what made it kind. tonight feels like warm laundry. like quiet dishes drying on the rack. like background music that no one notices but your soul somehow dances to. i didn’t do anything... See More »
tuesday, nothing makes sense and maybe that’s okayPosted at 9:17 AM, wearing socks that don’t match and a brain that’s still half-asleep. i woke up today thinking about spoons. how some of them go missing for weeks and then reappear in places like your backpack or under your bed like they’ve been... See More »
Cthulhu Dreams in Color: A Counter-NarrativeThey say I came to devour. That I rise from the depths to bring madness — to claw at the edges of reality, to twist the sky, to crack the minds of men like brittle shells. But tell me this: Have you ever tried sleeping for centuries, only to wake t... See More »
The Quiet Kind of SadThere’s a sadness I only feel when I eat breakfast alone. Not a dramatic sadness. Just a quiet, familiar “wish someone was here” type of thing. Even if we don’t talk. Just ••• here.
After the Call EndsThe call ends. The silence after hits different. Like your voice echoed too long and now the walls remember it better than I do. I don't even know what we talked about I just liked hearing you breathe.
Monday FeelsI woke up today feeling 51 instead of 21. Tired, overstimulated, under-touched. I’m not sad. I’m just... full of feelings with nowhere to put them.
fight or flight? I flewI've never had a huge argument with my sister except for that time she hit me with a mop and I sucker punched her chest, but a week ago she and I got into a huge argument, we we're both exhausted because we had to look after our mother who just got... See More »
Did you ever dream about SPIRALS?ever since I could remember I always dream the same dream when I was younger. It's not as scary now but for a young mind it felt so traumatizing and to this day the feeling still haunts me. it felt like i was trapped somewhere and the longer I stay... See More »
If I ever tell you about my past, it's never because I want you to feel sorry for me, but so that you can understand why I am who I am.Is what I wanted to say to you, but I never got the chance, and now I never will.
“I Am Enough” by Adrianna AdameThroughout my life, I have always thought of myself as a failure. I was a failure for not being smart enough, friendly enough, or pretty enough. Always, I criticized myself for not putting in enough effort in order to work up to my full potential.... See More »
who's coming to the 19's with me?check below 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻 for more details. . . . . . . . list of requirements - 2 valid IDs - Spandex - Neon Colors - Ready you Mullets - a time machine
When a door closes, a window openswhen I was 12 yrs old my sister used to lock me outside the house whenever our parents weren't home, the thing is that every morning my mother would always clean a little bit, open the windows(our windows had rails) and stuff. So at those times where... See More » (1)
Change is the only constant thing in this worldit's funny how I used to have a lot of friends, how I had a lot of confidence to start a conversation with a stranger that ends up with me having found a new friend. Now, I dont even know how to start a conversation, I dont wanna "hang" with friends... See More »
