You always had a signature scent, everytime I walked by, everytime you'd give me something it would leave behind a trace of you. Now that you're gone I cannot help but miss that. In fact I yearn for it every second I exist rather than every second I'm alive mainly because I could only live when I was with you. Just once to be able to wrap myself tightly in your arms, to hear your heartbeat and c... » Continue Reading
Text reads: medication holds me oh so tightly cradles me, crushes me carefully picks me apart renders me chemical renders me mortal reminds me i am flesh empty my head full of marbles into an elaborate music machine make me sing make me shake make me scream make music i c » Continue Reading
Text reads: Reoccurring nightmares Of my desolation Chloring, sevoflurane Peracetic acid Hydrogen peroxide Saline, isopropyl Bandages, gauze and tape Opioids, midazolam A dizzying headache Chemical induced sleep Notes: I hate these nightmares. The hospital » Continue Reading
The grey hours of the morning. Quietness. Just enough light to see shapes, to not run into a wall. I stand in front of my mirror. More out of habit than out of necessity. My shell: just a greyish-black form in front of a white tiled wall. No features, no facial expressions. No eyes. One of the few times I can actually look at myself. Self-care in the truest sense begins here. The one ritual I do n... » Continue Reading
Can somebody please tell me how do they SMOOTHLY AND CREATIVELY come up with an OC storyline? I swear I could have a cool or atleast decent plot for a character but when it comes to actual story building I freeze… Like the nonsense that I do is I see a cool photo/scene and I just picture my character doing something similar and just straight up maladaptive daydream and talk to myself for hours li... » Continue Reading
Todos dicen que mi futuro es brillante, quizá demasiado deslumbrante. Este umbral que tengo enfrente parece no brillar, se ha ido apagando en el inmenso caos del ocaso. Llevo mucho tiempo siendo atormentada, descuidé mis estudios para no desvanecerme en la penumbra del tormento. Ahora, simplemente, no puedo más. Me dicen que soy muy inteligente, que soy verdaderamente deslumbrante, que podría ... » Continue Reading
Dust gathers where laughter used to bloom, a broken doll’s eye stares at the ceiling — silent witness to the years that rotted through the once-bright wallpaper of dreams. The rocking horse moves on its own, a creak » Continue Reading