Hello

fuck u instramdgam this is my corner of the internet apparently. questions?

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𝔔𝔲𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔰:

ꀎꈤꀸꍟꋪꉓꂦꃴꍟꋪ ꉓꍟꉣꃅꍏ꒒ꂦꉣꂦꀸ & ꉓ꒒ꍏꈤꀸꍟꌗ꓄ꀤꈤꍟ

ꌗꂦꋪꉓꍟꋪꍟꋪ

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uoɔı uɐ sʎɐʍlɐ 'pǝsıdsǝp sǝɯıʇǝɯos

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f҉a҉n҉c҉y҉ ҉t҉e҉x҉t҉ ҉o҉v҉e҉r҉u҉s҉e҉r҉

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this account is for me, visual diary or smth idk but if you’re here ig it’s for you too

free ur mind be cringe

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝⭒˚｡⋆

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Vacuum

You were fine in a vacuum, I suppose

Still

I ended up needing to pull the plug

And told myself to suck it up

Your hair

Would get caught

In the mouth, spinning,

Spinning

And the pieces of me

I hadn’t yet picked up from the rug

Were whisked away

Held in an opaque bag in your stomach

The contents mysterious to both of us

I searched for my hair ties, my earring backs, my safety pins, my tiny seashells, my fortune cookie fortunes, notes I’d written to myself for later

The more trivial the harder to locate

My voice was hardly audible over the loud, unforgiving hum

Of you cleaning up your mess

By ironing out my peaks and valleys

Discarding or disregarding all the colors of my beautifully disorganized world

How clean you must feel.

You spit it all out over the phone

For a moment, the pattern on my carpet became invisible in your absence

Covered in the parts of me I had let go of

To keep our machine running

A lack of electricity

Returns power to the candle flame

The flicker becomes a reminder of uncertainty, flexibility in the shape of illumination itself

I seek a lighter love

One careful with candles

Aware of my skin—not quite flammable yet painful when burned

Isn’t that enough?

I’d like it to be

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What it feels like

An aquarium full of molasses

Kick my feet in slow motion, seated on the side of a tiny ceramic bridge

Sleep, wake

Always bid farewell in the evening and met with morning greetings

By a deep warm haze

This must be what it’s like in the deep sea

Moving up towards the surface every evening because it’s simply what you do

They collect the remnants of the day

And then sink with great force

Thousands of creatures rushing down like an open faucet

To continue on another level

I think about the deep sea

And lean on my piano

I might put something together someday

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Supercell

Supercell of a week

Drafts yank my limbs this way and that

I finally let the sunlight in and collide pen and paper

The moon is full, in the day I feel like the surrounding dark

Awaiting her shine

Vast and vacant,

Full and empty

I, too, turn away sometimes

Sometimes even when I am most needed

I watch the world outside my orbit pass

I cut my feet on triangle protractors and measure the bleeding in inches

I freehand my circles and use the sharpness of a compass to pierce a new hole in my belt

In my mind, the finish line was a mural-adorned plywood arch

A gateway that keeps its promise

Meticulously painted in the image of surrounding scenery

But I arrived at night

The crowd had gone home

A chain link fence stretched between sky high metal gates

My spine dreams of a stride without backpack

How lucid must I be to climb?

I must trespass in my own future

Measuring this time on a different scale,

My ability to scale

And bend my knees to absorb the shock as I collide

With the other side

And it feels about the same, but later

And more open

More vast, more vacant

The darkness obscures the landscape

And I begin to walk rather than run

God, what a nuisance

To tie my shoelaces

To stop for a drink of water

To look a compass in the eye

And take its expression of north as true

In this loathing of inconvenience

I forget

Constellations

Planets

Bodies, bodies

Celestial, the weight of bodies

In my backpack

I must pause to set it down

My spine wakes up

The harsh whisper of a zipper, then I can produce a telescope from the mouth of the canvas

Teach it to stand

Recall the colors beyond the dark

I take photographs with my mind

And scribble about nonsense

Whine about gravity

Create chronicles from patches of stars

Connecting the dots to watch untold stories unfold

I need space, I tell myself

But it’s been here the entire time, waiting for me

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:>(#= penguin in a corset

<|:>(o= penguin in a hat

<|:>(#= penguin in a corset and a hat

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They’re gonna finally take the tattoo choker off me on my deathbed and my head’s gonna fall off

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Which blood cereal is better

cheeri-no-s

mmm breakfast

Voting ended onFeb 26

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mmm breakfast

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cheeri-no-s

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If I use this like twitter am I gonna regret it bc my feed is just full of random shit I say

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I’m getting tattoo today

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Anyways work fit td

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Pasta pot

Pasta froth

You stir the cauldron

The noodles overflow

The town is in peril

We dance them away

They knit themselves into birds nests and

Rope swings

I dream of your pasta world

I envy your ease with the strands of spaghetti

I drape them over your head while you’re busy

We laugh as they slide off

And laugh

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favoryeitw

asking alexadnria

the devil wears prada

bmth (old)

A skylit druve

Blessthwfall

Voting ended onFeb 1

be honest. I can tell when you’re lying

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