in the quiet between sea and sky I felt something ephemeral touching my face not wind nor waves but something softer like the ghost of your fingers tasting my skin again

the longing grows

she’s only soft where she’s safe.

i don’t even fuck around and i still be finding out

yo solo quiero rayarme y sentir algo

i fucking hate men lol

next piercing: a dagger through my chest

just decided to become even more untouchable

não quero ser apenas bonita, quero ser um delírio, um abismo, um feitiço, uma alucinação

I deserve a dragon after all I have been through

next month is may, may every man stfu

mi más real siempre será mi mamá

next piercing is gonna be a bullet through my skull