THE UNDEAD DIVA DIARIES

my epiphanies, expletives and experiences.

[bioluwablog]

don't do fun whimsical intimate activities with me, like hollon...... ............. lemme lick yo spine .

[bioluwablog]

is it strange or is it revelatory?

perhaps you're just uncomfortable.

[bioluwablog]

hey.. it's not worth it

you're feeling drawn back, remember nothing can actually move you

icl HELPPPPPP I'M ATTEMPTING AND STUMBLING AND SOARING. THERE ARE TIMES I LEFT THE GROUND FULLY. BOTH FEET. BUT I WANT MORE THAN THE HOVERING. I WANT ALL OF THE LOVING AND LESS OF THE SMOTHERING. I NEED TO BE RELEASED. I'M EDGING MYSELF. NO NOT LIKE THAT. POTENTIAL WISE. IT HURTS NOW. HABIT. I MUST OVERCOME HABIT. I OVERCOME HABIT EVERYDAY. AND IT TAKES EVERY DAY. EVERY SINGLE DAY. SOON I'LL BE IN MARSEILLE. I AM TIRED. SOME THINGS YOU DON'T UNTANGLE. SOME THINGS YOU CUT OFF. NEVER NEEDED THE WHOLE YARN ball.

fuck it, we ball.

start over. then start again. start again.

t'was never one and done.

you are still alive for a reason. to start

a g a i n

////////// a godamn (p) a i n \\\\\\\\\\

equidistant increments are not necessary. something every time.

give us soemthing every time. and that's enough.

so long as it's every time.

and there it was,

love from 🎀

P.S. I'm spilling-- everywhere. so, i hope you find this 🤍 i've missed you.

you, the reflection, extension and nexus of me. reader. two minutes from now and 10 years on.

[bioluwablog]

cuz if iit's not lyrical what are we talm bout?!

[bioluwablog]

finally !!!!!

something is happening with these ideas

MUWAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAAA

[bioluwablog]

growing up feels like propaganda still.

if you don't do the things they said you should do, you can see past the illusion.

i've got this essy i'm doing

[bioluwablog]

thismusic i am listening to makes me want to confess: i love. i said it

[bioluwablog]

if i died tonight, all the journals they would find! they wouldn't have the full scope, but a good idea. after all, i found myself created through the writing. pages and pages and pages of existence. i never stopped. i always wrote. it has become my breath. when pen is beyond my reach and all the paper's used up. expression becomes my breath. anything to tell the story of me, and moretime i don't even speak. who will find this digital data? who will read my words? who will be intimate with me. love is emanating from my being. love is finding me and i am seeking. i am feeling love. i am singing aloud and i am dancing with strangers. i am in love. i am in love. and i am not worried anyone can take this, for i am in love. not with , not for. i am in love. and when you enter my room, you see the things that contribute to me. you see my bag and jeans on the chair. my mat and plants. my rollerskates and clothes for later hung up on the wardrobe. and my journals of course

[bioluwablog]

don't imagine, but i just thought about how horrifying it would be to have just been chopping chilli then putting your contacts in after

[pyritetears-deactivated20260218]

Dr. Marimba Ani, Ancestral Commuion.

[lucidpiscean]

i had the privilege of meeting her year before last 😏

[bioluwablog]

5

reasons to be a "ho"

more vitamin D absorption when you show skin

you feel powerful by doing exactly what's been shunned

ultimately, the noise becomes nothing

you'll close your eyes for the last time satisfied

for the women held in silence

[bioluwablog]

i protected you. meanwhile, you probably agreed with what they did to me.

[bioluwablog]

greedily talented, endlessly creative

[bioluwablog]

in some ways, god is my creation

[bioluwablog]

when i was younger, i thought growing up was propaganda, and here I am.......................... i'm the "big girl" now huh?

it's in my words and my face

somehow, I've managed to carry myself with a woman's grace.

tumbling towards that of one twice my age

I'm young at heart, the role I take

my soul is recycled, my behaviour's aged

developed and fairer, still more to come

If I think there's no more I can grow, then it's me that's wrong

my maturity is a gift to others and my own peace

ignorance is a privillege, I think, when I see my mates behave

[bioluwablog]

embodied experience over lived reality

[allsadnshit]

Sometimes I randomly remember how the most important people of my life from like 6-7 years ago are not in my life at all anymore and that's sort of terrifying and also crazy to realize how you actually can survive loss beyond your comprehension and find happiness stronger and more suited for you if you keep going