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
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
what site do u use 2 make ur graphic text?
I use online-image-editor.com
unraveling // 3.3.2024
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 🩷
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
