🍃 ⌗ A museum of unuttered thoughts and sentiments that has been kept silent for years; a gallery of cluttered feelings left as evocative scraps that are waiting for its turn to finally feel the glimpse of validation — Along with an author who consistently ponders about life while also trying to explore if it’s only reasonable to preserve its own existence in such world. The impulse to create pieces comes from a short and long term built-up frustrations; often written in a quiet , sorrowful evening where masses has already fallen in unreachable slumber — while I remain fully conscious due to the typicality of my heart’s ablazing light of doomed emotions in times of humanity’s need resting.
𓇼 𓂃 𓈒 𓏸 est . 11/01/23
the establishment of this account is specifically done for the part of mine who refuses to speak its overwhelming tears , someone whom I’ve always longed to comfort. And to later on transition as my capsule of everything i have lamentably went through and unwillingly endured yet having an inanimate object as a companion. Marking as a reminder of how much my believed “unfortunate” self has grown for the past decade despite being continuously torn — a remembrance of one’s progress:
This is , letters from me to you & epistle.
◠◠ nhi / nini 17 & a femme lesbian ⋆ ⚢ ˖ ࣪
✉️ ⋮ while my works and account is kept under a low profile , i do not mind such lovely interactions with anyone & being asked (i swear truthfully , i adore being questioned.) + it’d be nice to see people enjoy my pieces the same way i do : ]
i am also in facebook (page) hehe , this is more of a personal account rather than a professional one . so if u encounter me in both congrats !
directory : one . two . three
