sometimes i still feel it piercing through me clawing at me nothing too drastic a minor inconvenience nothing tragic nothing, really how can a womb feel empty when it was never her kind? no room for her persistence irritated by an existence so humorously lost slumped and exhausted by the end of a race twice-ran where is her trophy now? sometimes i still feel it i wanted to wake her i wanted to thank her but wanting is a selfish thing it’s funny

have u ever worried your anxiety is performative...a paradox of anxiousness...all a big act...a perpetual loop...am i worse than a man...? it feels like a spectacle some flailing performance grasping at straws while gasping for air - always neglecting your hay fever juggling flame is much less impressive when no one else can see it when the heat is imaginary frantic arms unbridled by a false perception signal an urgent distress you beg to be treated for a bloodless

no better to know better the go getter that's how it goes too heavy I want you to move with me I want you to die pretty I want you with no pity I don't want to go there but it's not you who's on your own now turpentine two - we've got a motive if I were you I'd keep it loaded so ugly there's no one to know but me there's nowhere to go trust me there's no place to die my angel wearing your tights ankled cause your hands are tied shamefully toeing the line I

I wrote this poem months ago about censorship, and it feels like an important time to revisit it. I've been engaging with a lot of anti-ICE content, and my socials have started glitching. Videos will stop halfway through or just not play at all. I don't think this is a coincidence. People are using AI to edit victims' faces, making them look messier and scarier. Videos sharing the violent, racist, and exponential chaos in the states are being taken down or altered. There is a

one of my new years resolutions is to stfu just the text: i want to take up less space , but i can't stop swallowing people whole . regret only comes after the fact , wiping my stained mouth , picking my teeth of the residual words that got stuck . rethink, rethink a message better said through silence ,, there is more power in absence , but i prefer the abscess . you see futility in things you don’t understand , so i will explain it relentlessly , excessiv

hiiii omg first big girl article about me ever..lowkey spilled my guts a bit but i know thats the most accurate thing that could have happened. Im an emo freaking yapper…anyways if u wanna read it here it is :)

the ending feels so feverish sweat it out burn it off seal the frayed ends with bitterness you catch a terminal eagerness relentlessly forgetting you’re a host-body for a miracle you let it slip - intentionally under floorboards into subtext dropping grease in the socket then complaining that it’s blurry how you can’t see the future just a horse shaped shadow his stare a premonition of dread but it’s just something to be harnessed another year to control so quit

sometimes i wake up and life feels so laughable. it seems like something i can dig my fingers into and control. it feels like something innate - something finite. other days, dramatic days like today, everything feels terrifying,,,all efforts feel useless. i often wonder if my life will be me infinitely clocking in to a job i don't want. i want to make something new. i want to be a singer. i want to have a house and a family. i'm surrounded by people who are trying to do the

MEOWWWWW ! i am selling merch online for da first time ! TBH i don't really know how this works so it might be a little clunky at first, but i'm so stoked and excited to share these with you !! my blessed friend callie (@callietechnis) designed these for me and they are just too2too2 cool. kitty girl serving runt. ideally, you can get one IRL, but if you cannot and wanna purchase,pls do ! Here are some pix my girf took of me in this shirt.

i'm a stupid dumb dumb and these won't be on streaming platforms for a hot sec... here are the lyrics for the time being... Dirty Water I don’t wanna You taste like dirty soda Can’t sleep without marijuana Can’t dream like I know you wanna Remember when I told you That’s full of dirty water You smoke like a single father You eat like a pig for slaughter Won’t you fold your clothes now? I’m picking up the load now You’re all used up, and you’re grown now I’m leaving you alone

hellurrrr my ep "runt" is out in 7 days!!! NOV 23RD!!! I am beyond excited and scared and sad and lovely...i wrote this poem about my runt-hood and feel like it represents the ep as a whole. these songs mean soso much to me i cannot wait for u to hear them !!!