HMG

a collection of dismantled almosts

[kosmogrl]

[suspiciousobject]

Walking home across the bridge

[sheisobvious]

Yuhan Wang Spring 2026

[karolinactually]

[iie9i]

[lonequixote]

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves.

— William Shakespeare

[gothredy]

[anothercoolkids]

[aka9203]

[icaseybaybee]

[millthompson]

[perriaeyjeve]

[dreamyvixen]

[deadstonia]

[clair-de-lune7]

I left the house a month ago

but I didn’t really leave.

My shoes still know the floor,

my shirts still hang

like they’re waiting for me

to come back tired.

I tell myself it’s temporary

that boxes can wait.

Because if my things are still there,

in that room,

then the room still knows my name.

If my bed remembers my weight,

if the walls still hold my breath,

then some small part of me

wasn’t evicted.

I call it my room

because I need something

to still be mine.

Because moving everything out

would mean admitting

I don’t belong there anymore

and I’m not ready

to let the house forget me.

[feral-ballad]

Aria Aber, from Hard Damage; “Rilke and I”

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