heaven help us

HI MEOWY. Have you missed my horribly pretentious rambles? Here's a collection of some of my latest bullshit. Lots of love <###


It’s when I feel such staggering emotion that I find myself without words. Over thinker, under speaker. Cursed to mundaneness. Missed memories, flipped memories. Two-way-mirror memories. Lagging behind reality because I need to rerender my past and it’s draining all the power. I’m starting to enjoy Radiohead's music, am I finally losing it? Might be more efficient to just reinvent my whole self. My soul irregularly thumps, sputtering as the battery runs slow. You have literally broken my heart

6.21.24

Now’s the time they warned, the end as advertised. A sole truth to the bramble. I’ve learned to be careful how light flickers in the dark, lest I mistake fireflies for fey. Roots spread no matter how many weeds you yank. The dirt falters below your feet, and we’re all consumed — Returned and reset.

6.21.24

Recently, there has been a disgusting lack of teenage melodramatic angst on my profile. Especially odd in contrast with how much of that I’ve been doing in my daily life. I’d say we reached the goal, but the progress wasn’t quite linear. I can’t complain about the hazing either; “I really wouldn’t mind pain if I knew the quills came from an empathetic soul.” Besides, I love to cry. There’s something divine about it. Unmistakably human. Who wouldn’t want to sob if their tears are made from diamonds?

6.24.24

I fall to my knees for you. Rocks scratch my angeringly soft flesh and I sigh as blood mixes with dirt. Sweaty palms pressed together in prayer, a plea slipping from my traitorous mouth. A million needles of silence. You are beyond comprehension and I must shield my face when I look to you. Beauty I cannot hope to contain in words. You are a forgiving god. I will follow you to the end of time if it means I can gaze upon your radiance a moment longer but my eyes are unworthy by my own design. I’d pluck them in an instant if only you’d issue the merciful command. I think it’s better this way — that I tear myself apart. My ability to complain has long since been lost, buried under sand and washed away to sea. I’ll say the important part simply: Don’t you dare pity me.

7.13.24

Hey... *Leans on cybertruck* Will you go to Bangkok Dinner on Roblox with me tonight?
XOXO, frankie