Oct 6, 2025
[Musings]
sometimes I feel like there’s this version of me pressed behind a mirror black lace caught in the cracks, eyeliner smudged between dimensions, lips stained dark with things I’m not supposed to say aloud. She’s me. she’s always been me. The way i linger a little too long in the makeup aisle, pretending I’m just curious. The way i wear black, even when I’m just sad, like mourning something i haven’t lost but never got to live.