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About Me: I'm commonly known as Stepclaw online, but sometimes my friends call me Claw. :3 I'm 17, and I share a birthday with Helen Forrester. I'm a cis girl. » Continue Reading
"I MIGRATED TO NAPOLEONITE!"
residing in the home of a flightless bird, 17, INFJ/INFP, she/her
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Category: Blogging
About Me: I'm commonly known as Stepclaw online, but sometimes my friends call me Claw. :3 I'm 17, and I share a birthday with Helen Forrester. I'm a cis girl. » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I don't hate myself, but I do not like myself either. I often stare at my reflection and wonder what it's like to be someone else. "I don't hate myself, I just want to be somebody else" Dazey and The Scouts - they were pretty on-point, I believe. The desire to escape oneself is something we all experience, but others desire it intensel » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Everything disappears, and you are all that I see; morning, night - no matter the time, you are all that I believe; on a bus, at home, surrounded by snow - it does not faze me, you are all that I feel. --- Then it is over, like a taut string snapping, a stone sinking through deep, murky water - you are all that I avoid; » Continue Reading
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Blood. I feel blood pouring from my mouth, but I do not see it. I feel blood dripping down my fingers, but everything I touch is clean. Blood is pooling around my feet, and yet the carpet is not stained. There is so much blood, too much blood - the blood of my mind. » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
What am I without you? I feel hopelessly lost, wandering aimlessly through darkness - where is the light? The light that is your presence? A moth to a flame, is all that I am, still hopeful that there is real light, after the many, many times that there was not. --- I am lost, without you I feel as if I am nothing. » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Part One: https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2059308, or "I See Now; The Ashes Are What Remains - Part One of Two". --- Among the ashes, I see an ember, a tiny spark - something that needs me, as much as I need it. --- The ember is small, not strong enough to be alone, not yet. Neither am I, not ready to be alone - that is okay. I am okay. » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I feel that everything I know is burning. I see my friends, disappearing into their own lives - no longer bound by education, or family. And yet, I am rooted down, to this place, that doesn't feel like home. --- The one friend, whom is very, very dear to me, no longer considers me as such. Is it because I said that I liked » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
A whirlwind of thoughts and memories. I am shaking, again, and my vision is blurry. I can see stars and hear voices - Can you hear them too? "No." Of course not - why would you? The voices are my own imagination, running wild. The red is what we desire, it is what could inspire a bigger, more impactfu » Continue Reading
Category: Blogging
Kind of a random question; but is there like a widespread signal for being a lesbian? I know that the aces have their rings but I don't know if there's a thing for lesbians too. This is a serious question by the way. TvT" » Continue Reading
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Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes
Hello to whoever decided to read this! I've just had a random, spur-of-the-moment decision to make a list of things that I want to achieve in 2026. c: 1. Get a job This is my main goal, as I really, really, REALLY need a job, and so that I can start saving up for a sewing machine... and feed my Hot Topic "addiction" (she says as she only gets like four things a year). 2. Save up for a sewing mach... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Crazy. What defines 'crazy'? Thinking of hurting people? Being able to operate with only a few hours of sleep for weeks? Or, perhaps, acting without thinking? But then again, they say that these are traits of surgeons, heroes, and great scientists - they were still considered crazy, though. » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Everything feels like fire. I cannot think, I cannot breathe, I cannot stop shaking. I keep picking and pulling at my skin, hoping for it to stop. Please just stop. I cannot handle my hair touching my face, my leg bouncing, my nose bleeding - why is it bleeding? When did it start? Now my leg is bleeding too. I » Continue Reading