i've had most of my stories end before they could even begin. do you now understand where all this pain comes from?

woke up on the wrong side of death again

pink moon pink moon pink moon pink moon pink moon

the night and the moon have no need for words

a little life here, a little death there. what difference does it all really make?

tell me, father, which to ask forgiveness for: what i am, or what i am not? tell me, mother, which should i regret: what i became, or what i did not?

you cannot escape the darkness that follows you. it will always await your demise.

Sleep together here

due to unfortunate circumstances, i am back on this godforsaken app

dying between sunsets

that first sip of coffee and a morning sigh

here we fucking go again is my new good morning

the dying gods underneath my veins are roaring

feeling like a small fish in a small pond

3x a week leg day for mental health reasons

it’s 2025 and i can’t believe i still need to say this void = for screaming at abyss = for staring at

This Dostoevsky line destroyed me

talk enough sense and you’ll lose your mind