Masterpiece
There is no such thing as the indefinite completion of a masterpiece. The entire point of a masterpiece is that it is a work in progress. The emphasis is on…
Shift!
The problem is only a problem for as long as you let it take up space in your mind. Stop fuelling it and let it roll out of your mind…
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆Purr
“Hey, soft creature… what makes you purr?” "Ugh, leave me alone and let me drink my tea." That is me - the burnt out roommate who has been ignored for…
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆Live
Everything is alive. Not in some twee, metaphoric way—but in essence. In trill, pulse, in a presence. I am not animating the world— I can hear it singing already. A…
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆Root Down
Rewiring core beliefs feels like the devil’s work. Original Belief 1: “I do not feel worthy of being cared for.” Unicorned Rewrite: “I was taught I was not worth care.…
𖦹 Ursula vs Ariel
Girl. You have an entire kingdom. You are out here trading your diaphragm for a man with a boat and no discernible interior life. Cool, your romantic compass is broken…
𖦹 Whispered Spell
I have insomnia. Not the kind that sleep CBT can suss out in 7-45 working days. Heavy narcotics hardly do the job either. It is, "No one will come. You…
꩜ Posthumous Boundaries
Lovecraftian pizza cult warning sigils A collection of weathered beauty Ignores unknown callers Exiles turned oracles Short Snarky Utterly iconic Cacophony of colour Ancient. Regal. Absolutely heard mermaid gossip (and…
𖦹 diagnostic poetry
I run on manual mode with no automatic updates. I learned early—far too early—that the world could not be trusted to install anything but viruses and spyware. So I wonder:…
𖦹 Survival Masterpiece
Deflection cloaked in care. The noble dodge. The empath’s reflex. The world’s most practised disappearing act: “I do not know what I want… but here are 47 things I hope…
꩜ Tea Time
By the time I reach for my morning tea, it is cold. What is meant to comfort me is a tepid cup that tastes like a sigh. It was not…
𖦹 Shiny Things
When you are a seer, a magpie oracle, a collector of the intangible and the forgotten—translating feelings into tokens. You read people like other people read headlines. Except you see…