[cultb0rn]

❛       𝒃𝒖𝒕   𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕   𝒊𝒇        /        𝒊𝒕   𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅   𝒐𝒖𝒕    ?independent   single   muse   roleplay   blog   for   the   original   character   CORA   ABERNATHY   written   in   and   loosely   connected   to   southern   gothic   lore   and   fictive   cultism   with   influence   of   horror,   crime   &   slice   of   life.  𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐛𝟎𝐫𝐧  ⸺  loved   by   moxi   (   29,   they / them   )   please   be   aware   that   triggering   topics   such   as   violence,   betrayal,   abuse,   alcoholism   &   substance   abuse,   loss   of   loved   ones   &   more   will   be   mentioned.

𝒂   𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚   𝒊𝒏   ;       being   raised   on   lies,   isolation   from   society,   learning   to   live,   uphill   battles,   ranch   life,   unlearning   toxic   behaviors,   disconnection   from   oneself,   searching   what   is   lost,   dirty   hands &   smudged   souls

[y3haw]

# MEME STARTER , for @cultb0rn ₍ cora ₎

tour of the grounds had nearly wrapped up , might have been his business but didn't do much in the way of taking new staff on himself ; but there had been something about her . couldn't put his finger on exactly what . ❛ we'll go over the important details like pay if you like what you've seen ❜ seems like their walk however was about to be cut short , droplets appearing from angry evening sky , summers heat always came with a stormy promise as hand outstretched , guiding her towards a covered awning . was part of where now closed outside bar would be , giant standing umbrellas which he instinctively pulled her under with a gentle tug as rumble of thunder boomed in the distance . ❛ can wait it out or make a run back to the offices . ❜  my muse pulls your muse under their umbrella during a sudden downpour.

[cultb0rn]

at   this   point   she   would   have,   perhaps,   taken   any   job.   would   have   washed   dishes,   cleaned   stalls   or   cooked   dinner   for   people   she   didn’t   know–   cora   had   thought   breaking   away   from   a   large   lie   in   her   life   would   feel   liberating.   it   ended   up   making   her   feel   just   as   caged   ;            yes,   she   could   come   and   go   as   she   pleased,   visit   wherever   and   whoever   she   wanted   but   [ … ]   where   would   she   even   go   and   to   who   ?   maybe   it   was   that   what   had   brought   her   here.   the   familiarity   of   the   surrounding.   a   ranch   is   a   ranch.   same,   same   but   different   or   whatever   people   would   say   …   “   i   like   what   i–   “   but   before   she   can   finish   her   sentence   the   cloudy   summer   night   is   cut   by   the   sound   of   thunder   echoing   through   the   lands.   

a   strong   and   unfamiliar   hand   pulls   her   under   an   umbrella   which   was   probably   meant   to   protect   people   from   the   sun   rather   than   the   rain.   how   long   would   it   really   last   against   thick   drops   that   started   to   fall   ?   “   we   should   probably   run   before   the   storm   sets   off,   hm   ?   “   arms   wrap   around   herself   when   with   the   rain   a   cool   breeze   follows   too.   dark   eyes   glance   at   a   host   that   could   potentially   be   her   boss   soon   ⸺   handsome,   kind   and   clearly   here   for   business   so,   cora   dragged   her   gaze   away   again   and   instead   glanced   up   at   the   sky.   it’d   be   a   while   until   the   sun   would   return.

[cultb0rn]

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜ frm dakota

⸺ she   wants   to   roll   her   eyes   at   him   for   being   as   insufferable   as   he   is.   she   wants   to   bite   the   back   of   her   hand   to   stop   talking   to   him   all   together   and   [ … ]   cora   also   wants   to   say   something   back   to   keep   the   conversation   going.   contradicting   herself ;   it   is   infuriating   and   exciting   all   at   once.   only   dakota   would   know   how   to   itch   that   spot   within   her,   only   he   would   find   perfect   balance   between   line   dancing   on   her   last   nerve   and   keeping   her   interested.   “   don’t   flatter   yourself.   “   cora   sighs   finally.   her   hand   finds   the   neck   of   one   of   two   bottles   of   beer   that   stand   between   them.   “   it’s   mostly   thoughts   about   how   i   can   get   you   to   shut   up !   “   razor blade   like   words   followed   by   a   sweet   smile   that   is   drowned   in   a   sip   of   beer   seconds   later.   “   unless   that   is   what   you   want   ?   “   she   teases   right   back,   not   yet   willing   to   just   roll   over   and   let   him   have   the   upper   hand   in   this.   “   to   know   i’m   thinking   of   you   ?   “

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

[cultb0rn]

slowly   putting   together   this   blog   again,   bear   with   me   while   i’m   at   it.   if   i   can   interest   you   in   something   between   southern   gothic,   cultism   and   country   roads   take   me   home –   give   us   a   follow   !!

[egosdeaths]

[cultb0rn]

❛  ⁱᵗ'ˢ   ᶜᵒˡᵈ    :   𝒊   𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍   𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓   𝒕𝒐   𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅   𝒚𝒐𝒖   𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕  .ᐟ

independent   single   muse   roleplay   blog   for   the   original   character   CORA   ABERNATHY   written   in   and   loosely   connected   to   southern   gothic   lore   and   fictive   cultism   with   influence   of   horror,   crime   &   slice   of   life.  𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐛𝟎𝐫𝐧  ⸺  loved   by   moxi   (   28,   they / them   )    𝒂   𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚   𝒊𝒏   ;       being   raised   on   lies,   isolation   from   society,   learning   to   live,   uphill   battles,   ranch   life,   unlearning   toxic   behaviors,   disconnection   from   oneself,   searching   what   is   lost,   dirty   hands &   smudged   souls

[goodnightmemes]

YELLOWJACKETS SEASON ONE SENTECE STARTERS

❛ So what do you think really happened out there? ❜

❛ All I know is that what happened was a tragedy. ❜

❛ Is this really how you thought your life was gonna turn out? ❜

❛ I don’t give a shit what you meant, you smug little bitch. You don’t know a fucking thing about my life. ❜

❛ Want a quickie in the bathroom? ❜

❛ I’m pretty sure it’s exactly as bad as it looks. ❜

❛ I liked the saints. They were all so tragic. ❜

❛ You’re the only one who’s always been there for me. ❜

❛ You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. You know that, right? ❜

❛ We agreed. Say no more than we have to, stay out of the public eye. ❜

❛ We’re gonna need to change the bandages soon. And then hourly after that. ❜

❛ Are you trying to be adorable with me? Does that usually work for you? ❜

❛ You are so mad. And yet so wrong. ❜

❛ You crazy fucking bitch. ❜

❛ If you maybe want to maybe get a drink another 20 years from now, you’ll know how to reach me. ❜

❛ They’ll be here to rescue us by morning. ❜

❛ If poison ivy’s what kills me out here, then I deserve to die. ❜

❛ We think we know what we’re doing, but really we have no clue. ❜

❛ Wolves can kill anything if the pack’s big enough. ❜

❛ If you want me busting kneecaps, it’s gonna cost extra. ❜

❛ You know, you can learn so much about a person by going through their personal refuse. ❜

❛ You two are the worst for each other, and I don’t want to pull you out of that toxic shit again. ❜

❛ It’s so easy for you to judge others with your perfect life, right? ❜

❛ We might be stuck in the middle of nowhere, but, hey, at least there’s porn. ❜

❛ You’re beautiful when you’re honest. ❜

❛ Well, mainly, I’ve just been trying to channel you, so I’ve been being dark and deadpan. ❜

❛ Oh, please don’t be mad. It’s a really long drive home, and uncomfortable silences make me uncomfortable. ❜

❛ The worst is behind us, okay? We’re gonna be fine. ❜

❛ Are you kidding me right now? “A bad feeling”? I don’t believe in that shit, and you’re not going to either. ❜

❛ I don’t know what you’re so scared of. You’ve already got blood on your hands. ❜

❛ I think bad things happened here. ❜

❛ I think we should get together and strategize. You know, pop a few pins on the old corkboard. ❜

❛ Look, you can follow me or not, just don’t slow me down. ❜

❛ Is this some kind of sex thing? ❜

❛ I can already smell the ghosts of hangovers past. ❜

❛ Has anyone ever told you your obsession with biographical minutia is the opposite of a turn-on? ❜

❛ I know when you look at me, you don’t see someone you should be afraid of, but, you’re wrong. ❜

❛ Okay. Yes, ma'am/sir. I’ll perfectly calibrate my tone as I tell you to go fuck yourself. ❜

❛ You had to know I was, like, totally in love with you, right? ❜

❛ It doesn’t matter how shitty of parents they are. It still fucks you up when they’re gone. ❜

❛ I don’t understand why I’m the only one in this family who thinks that actions should have consequences. ❜

❛ Well, you’ve never been good at being anything other than yourself. Honestly, it’s your superpower. ❜

❛ You can’t keep not pitching in. People are noticing. ❜

❛ I don’t belong here, and I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this. ❜

❛ Wait, is this a pep talk? Wow, that is so not your style. ❜

❛ Cheering people up is your thing. ❜

❛ You make people feel like things are gonna be okay just by showing up and…being your dumb, hot, awesome self. At least you always did that for me. ❜

❛ I feel like I just look like I fell off a Fifty Shades of Grey bus tour. ❜

❛ I just had a brainstorm. We should have a seance. ❜

❛ You’re so not fine. Do you think I can’t see that? ❜

❛ You poisoned me. Why? ❜

❛ Why can’t you accept the possibility that there are things in this world we don’t understand? ❜

❛ Please. Promise me you won’t do anything stupid. ❜

❛ I’d sell my firstborn for a cheesesteak right now. ❜

❛ I am beyond upset. I don’t even know who the hell you are right now. ❜

❛ It’s not your fault. What happened. ❜

❛ I can’t imagine how exhausting it must’ve been, always comparing yourself to someone so beautiful and smart. ❜

❛ You know, for someone who went through some shit of their own, it never ceases to amaze me how shut off you are to help. ❜

❛ I have no regrets. None. And I want you to know that. ❜

❛ I think I’m seeing things. In the Bible, people had visions, right? Like prophets and stuff? ❜

❛ I don’t want to die! ❜

❛ The ‘50 s called, they want your dumbass attitude back. ❜

❛ Goodnight. Sleep tight. Don’t let the fact that you’re a terrible person keep you up tonight. ❜

❛ You’re not gonna talk me out of this. ❜

❛ And who knows? With you as our fearless fucking leader, we might actually make it. ❜

❛ I know that this makes me, like, this totally selfish asshole, but I don’t want you to go, okay? ❜

❛ You’re obviously hiding something from me, and it’s making me feel crazy. ❜

❛ What did I do? When did you stop wanting me to be your best friend? ❜

❛ I’m just saying, you know, if this was a horror movie, she’d be the villain, right? ❜

❛ Not the first time I’ve been held hostage. ❜

❛ You see, that is what we call leverage in my line of work. Let me go, and I’ll tell you everything I know. ❜

❛ You only have leverage if I am not willing to make you talk, which, in this case, means that you have no leverage at all. ❜

❛ You guys are just as fucked-up as I am. You’re just better at lying to yourselves. You’re not healthy. You’re not stable. You’re living on the brink, just like me. ❜

❛ Every single cell in your body wants to blow things up and see what happens. That’s who you are. ❜

❛ You know what? I really thought that we had something. Okay? And I thought this was… ❜

❛ I hate to break it to you, but we were just fucking. And your whole high school crush on me was really cute, but now it’s just pathetic. ❜

❛ If this is an anniversary present, you are three months and my entire personality off. ❜

❛ Relationships are bullshit anyway. Trust me. Whatever you did, she’ll get over it. ❜

❛ I’m pretty much the best friend you have right now. And that’s not much of a competition, is it? ❜

❛ If I’m being honest, not a single one of those things felt…real. ❜

❛ I’m the reason she went. And I’m the reason she got hurt. ❜

❛ It’s like if someone made me feel “it” … it wasn’t gonna be good for anybody, you know? ❜

❛ There is no “safe” anymore. ❜

❛ I wish I’d never fucking met you. ❜

❛ You don’t understand. I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you… Please. I am begging you. Please. Please, just go. ❜

❛ Hey. Look, nothing has happened yet. We can still fix this. Just need you to put down the knife. And we can talk this through. ❜

❛ We’ll drink rotten berries and celebrate our impending death. ❜

❛ You were never supposed to get involved in this. It just… It got out of control. ❜

❛ What do you mean, you killed someone? Like you murdered someone? ❜

❛ I can’t believe you thought I was going to book club this whole time. ❜

❛ When did we become these people who lie and cheat and do awful things and just stay together because…'cause why? ❜

❛ We’ve always been these people. Secrets have always been a part of us. ❜

❛ You could’ve talked to me about that, you know. For a long time, I thought maybe you might, but… ❜

❛ Friendship doesn’t matter. Love doesn’t matter. They’re just things that we use to pretend we aren’t gonna end up like dead cabin guy; like rotted-out husks in some bullshit attic. ❜

❛ Don’t you understand? You don’t matter anymore. ❜

❛ That’s enough of your weird fucking bullshit. Haven’t you done enough? ❜

❛ 12% of all killers are caught buying cleaning supplies. Also, regular bleach leaves behind hemoglobin for the luminol tests. ❜

❛ I think what you mean to say is, “Hi, [name]. It’s so great to see you after all this time. Thanks for swinging by and helping us cover up a murder.” ❜

❛ You know, gardening, PTA, dismembering my lover’s corpse. ❜

❛ I saw something. After…it happened. I don’t think I was dead. But I wasn’t really alive, either. I think I was, like…In-between. ❜

❛ I know what I saw. I don’t know what it meant. But I know I saw something. Something was out there with us. ❜

❛ We just howl at the moon now and have fucking orgies? ❜

❛ You’re so obsessed with yourself, I’m surprised you’re aware other people even exist. ❜

❛ I’m not jealous of you. I feel sorry for you. Because you’re weak. And I think that deep down, you know it. ❜

❛ I’d say it was soul-crushing, if I remembered what it felt like to have one. ❜

❛ So glad you’re joining us. We’ve been waiting for you. ❜

[telltaled]

guts by olivia rodrigo! part iii

another thing i ruined i used to do for fun

another conversation with nothing good to say

i thought it, so i said it

took it 'cause i can

another perfect moment that doesn't feel mine

another thing i forced to be a sign

i feel like i don't wanna be where i am

push away all the people who know me best

it's me who's been making the bed

i'm playing the victim so well in my head

i tell someone i love them just as a distraction

counting all of the beautiful things i regret

you're so good at what you do

i'd put myself through hell for you

hear all the rumors lately that you always denied

i fell for you like water falls from the february sky

now the current's stronger

i couldn't get out of i tried

but you convinced me it was all in my mind

you lied, oh

you got me thinking two plus two equals five

loving you is loving every argument you held over my head

brought up the girls you could have instead

said i was too young, i was too soft

can't take a joke, can't get you off

why do i do this?

then changing you is possible

no, love is never logical

i know i'm half responsible and it makes me feel horrible

i know i could've stopped it all

why didn't i stop it all?

[cultb0rn]

if   it’s   tuesday   then   why   does   it   feel   just   as   crappy   as   a   monday   would   ???????   ……….   anyway,   i’m   going   to   reblog   some   memes   and   you   guys   should   totally   send   us   some   so   we   can   get   some   more   threads   going.   mwah   !   <3

[righteaous]

so , here it is ; my friends call me ' he ' or ' they , ' the government and most of my family call me ' she . ' the media calls me ' she ' because i don’t trust them enough to request that they do anything else . my lovers call me ' sweetheart ' or ' baby ' ... somewhere , in all of that , i find myself .

indie, private, selective multimuse blog featuring both oc's and canons. penned and evangelized by # kyrie. do not interact if under twenty... credit.

[trailbit-arch]

re: CORA. @cultb0rn

"Or," he cocks his head and shrugs right back, putting on the face of innocence when he suggests, "Guess I could hold your nose, instead. Shake it up a little."

It's a bid to break some of the tension in her shoulders, and he follows it up with a gentle elbow to her side to let her know the original offer still stands. He gets it -- really, he does -- and he's not the first between them to want to jump on the big feelsy bandwagon, either, but Jason's got that angel-born advantage of sociopathic levels of compartmentalization.

Cora, on the other hand, is due to either implode or explode with all this emotional weight she's carrying around, and if she won't commit to an avalanche release he'll try for a lower pressure valve. Like a bike tire. Something.

What? He cares.

"Doesn't have to change anything." A little more serious this time. "You just don't have to hold it .. you know .. like a secret."

[cultb0rn]

he   says   it   like   it’s   easy.   maybe   it   is.   maybe   it’s   supposed   to   be.   but   it’s   not.   it’s   not   because   saying   it   out   loud,   giving   evil   a   name,   a   story   even   [ … ]   that’s   what   makes   it   real   &   the   reality   of   it   ⸺   it   is   suffocating.   it   is   numbing.   it   is   silent   and   it   is   loud   at   the   same   time.   it   sinks   in.   it   should   be   easy.   but   it’s   not   easy   &   crap,   perhaps   she   has   to   admit   …   it   is   not   only   his   reaction   she   is   worried   about.   it   is   her   own   too.   things   are   quickly   digested   if   the   laughs   it   off   with   a   silly   joke,   with   a   brief   but   degrading   comment   like   ‘   then   you   hold   my   hand   while   i   cry   about   it   ‘   [ … ]   the   past   is   quickly   brushed   off   when   she   pretends   it   never   happened.   but   it   has.   

her   head   falls   forward   just   enough   so   that   she   covers   her   face   with   her   palms   ;         it   doesn’t   last.   just   long   enough   for   a   weary   sigh   to   leave   rosy   lips.   “   i   wish   you   could   just   hold   my   nose.   it’d   make   it   all   less   …   serious.   “   she   tries   to   laugh   once   her   facial   features   are   revealed   again   but   the   smile   never   reaches   her   eyes.   there’s   another   brief   pause,   a   moment   of   hesitation.   “   i   wish   you   were   right.   that   it’d   change   nothing.   but   …   it   will   change   everything.   “   words   spoken   with   so   much   weight   to   them,   with   such   heaviness,   that   the   blonde   swallows   on   a   dry   tongue.   “   …   it’ll   be   between   you   &   i   though,   right   ?   if   [ … ]   if   i   say   it.   you   won’t   tell   anyone,   okay   ?   “   voice   lowered   but   ⸺   not   any   less   charged.   

[cultb0rn]

it’s   such   a   x(   monday   x(   …   let   me   jump   on   my   draft   right   away   bc   bedtime   is   calling   soon   😭

[racointeurarchived]

THERE IS NO GOD WHO COULD GIVE YOU YOUR PURITY BACK [ . . . ] independent , private , & selective multi - muse blog containing a mix of original & canon characters . dead dove themes present : proceed with caution . personals & minors do not interact ! bee , he / him , 26 . ©

[cultb0rn]

in   desperate   need   of   a   ??   snack   so   i’m   going   to   raid   my   fridge   here   for   a   second.   once   i’m   back   we   should   totally   explore   some   pre-established   things   for   cora   and   your   muses   so   leave   a   heart   on   this   post   if   you’re   down.   🥺👉👈

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cora   steps   closer   to   the   cork   board   that   his   gaze   was   directed   at.   hers   is   too   now,   sharp   eyes   scan   the   articles   &   the   pictures   there.   if   her   question   had   implied   it,   she   doesn’t   feel   insulted   by   him   keeping   back   the   pieces   of   information   [ … ]   after   all   she   was   still   doing   the   same,   only   offering   the   bits   &   pieces   of   her   current   life   to   him.   the   past   …   a   part   of   her   wanted   him   to   know   about   it.   wanted   him   to   know   the   details,   to   know   of   the   shadows   &   the   stains   on   her   soul,   wanted   to   share   (   &   overshare   )   but   ⸺   the   fear   of   what   awaited   her   on   the   other   side   of   the   conversation   was   vivid   &   chaotic,   all-consuming   even.   he   probably   felt   the   same   way   just   that   …   andrew   found   the   courage   within   himself   to   let   her   in.   not   just   his   home.   but   this.   fuck.   cora   wished   she’d   be   brave   enough   to   ignore   shaking   lips   &   cool   fingertips,   brave   enough   to   ignore   the   hot   &   heavy   feeling   in   her   gut.   brave   enough   not   to   pretend   to   be   …   whole.   

“   it’s   not   crazy.   i   mean   ⸺   it   sort   of   is   but   not   like   that.   “   eyes   linger   on   the   board   for   another   moment   before   she   turns   to   him   finally.   the   frown   on   her   face   softens   just   enough   to   be   free   of   judgment.   “   do   you   like   …   want   to   talk   about   it   ?   “   

continued from here @stagsong

[cultb0rn]

❛  ⁱᵗ'ˢ   ᶜᵒˡᵈ    :   𝒊   𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍   𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓   𝒕𝒐   𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅   𝒚𝒐𝒖   𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕  .ᐟ

independent   single   muse   roleplay   blog   for   the   original   character   CORA   ABERNATHY   written   in   and   loosely   connected   to   southern   gothic   lore   and   fictive   cultism   with   influence   of   horror,   crime   &   slice   of   life.  𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐛𝟎𝐫𝐧  ⸺  loved   by   moxi   (   28,   they / them   )    𝒂   𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚   𝒊𝒏   ;       being   raised   on   lies,   isolation   from   society,   learning   to   live,   uphill   battles,   ranch   life,   unlearning   toxic   behaviors,   disconnection   from   oneself,   searching   what   is   lost,   dirty   hands &   smudged   souls