cog
drenched in destinies,
the days drain—
they drain me
i am a cell in this
organism,
and i think i'm mutated
i can't bring myself to care
about anything; i loathe
what i am supposed to love
i am trying to hack my physiology,
make it work the way it's supposed to
but i've
already been broken
for so
so long
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idk if this will help anyone but I starting taking a crapload of different vitamins and supplements and i think it’s curing me of my anxiety
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How's life?🥂🙇🏾♂️
things are looking up!! (i think)
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what site do u use 2 make ur graphic text?
I use online-image-editor.com
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just wanted to say you are so pretty, i've followed you for years and your posts are always comforting for me. i hope life is being kind to you, i appreciate your words and your art
aw, thanks for sticking around!! thank you so much for your kind words, it really means a lot to me 🩷
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impressions
i.
i once dreamt of a house
filled with purple mist:
i moved through the rooms
using the walls to guide me,
until a gust from an open window
blew all the mist away
ii.
as much as i wish not to partake,
i partake
it is not so easy to escape the world
be useful, they say:
exist with the others
i can't convince them,
and i don't want to,
that i am human
iii.
i still want
something, after all this time:
to return
to where i belong
wherever that is
wherever that is
iv.
the house from my dreams—
turns out
it was just a normal house,
but i liked it better
when i couldn't see anything
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