lovely little Poet

7teen | wlw | aspiring poet

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̩͙ ⠳⠀⠀ .⠀⏜⠀ welcome to my blog .ㅤ 𖧧 ִ

── katie, 08, american, she/her, sapphic, taken!

♡✧⁠*⁠。 about me :

Interests: my girlfriend, the color pink, poetry, writing, tvdu, gravity falls, sapphic literature, got, monster high, left wing politics, criminal minds, yellowjackets, the x trilogy, terrifier, tlou, dnd

Hobbies: writing, reading (that's about it ♡)

Books: anything sapphic, holly jackson, rory power, afterlove: tanya byrne, i am the ghost in your house: mar romasco-moore

Music: johnny cash my king, country, metal, rap, oldies, mac miller

Fav topics: my girlfriend, psychology, feminism, anti-bigotry, zombies, mermaids, mental health, autism

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Extra: I would love to make new friends on here ♡✧⁠*⁠。I'm trying to get my poetry out there in hopes of making it big some day, please check out the poems I've posted if you're interested ♡

Warning: I post about my mental health. This includes but is not limited to; my ed, si, sh, graphic depictions of harm in my poetry, my depression and anxiety, and my autism. Please, be aware!

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Finish Line

The wind whips my hair into my face. I can't see. My legs feel like jelly, but I can't stop. Not even with exhaustion creeping in the corners of my vision. Retinas damaged. All that matters is getting away. When will I be safe from my own mind? Tears sting in my eyes, obscuring the path ahead of me. It's jagged, overgrown. But I've run this course before. I keep coming back to it. It never gets easier.

I trip, falling to my knees. I cry out, but there's no one around to hear the sound of my pain. I feel the blood soaking through my clothing. Red, hot cuts on pallid flesh. Evidence of my failure. I can't go back on this mistake. The scars will stay with me forever. Scars on my soul, just as much as they mar my physical body. Time will not heal these wounds.

When I rise to my feet, I'm back where I started. The clock has restarted, progress reversed. Time I'll never get back, wasted on a goal I've failed to meet countless times. I can't cure myself. The finish line is out of sight, moving backwards with every step I take. I look ahead at the uphill climb. Blood marks the dirt, blaring out the locations of every time I've fallen.

Why do I still stand up? I'm so tired. Maybe if I take a seat, relax in a pool of my own blood. Here is where I'll stay. I've accepted my fate. A small gap in my commitment, it grows. I drown in my own pain. My blood fills my lungs, the taste is addictive. The pain is a comfort. Blood sparkling, a gem beading from each laceration in my flesh.

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I love making my whole personality revolve around my dnd characters ❤️‍🩹

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My rotten heart beats for her and her alone ❤️‍🩹

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Heavy on comfortable silence ❤️‍🩹

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Cannibalism is in when you're in love ❤️‍🩹

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I love women.

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