I guess this place is just a quiet corner for the things that don’t fit anywhere else.
Thoughts that echo too loud, sketches that never feel finished, feelings that don’t know where to go haha
I go by Oscar or Wolfgang/Grimmer, Esenin, 39 for the rarest ones. He/him. French & English. A mind that overthinks in two languages and never shuts up in either 🥀💔
I’m the kind of person who disappears for days, then comes back with a paragraph about something no one asked for.
I draw, I write, I create, I collect strange tendernesses, faces that look tired, people who talk softly but think too much, characters that break before they bend
There’s beauty in the almost-ruined, I guess that’s what I chase here.
This blog is a collage of what lingers in my head :
➤ OCs that carry parts of me I can’t say out loud.
➤ Fandom stuff, especially The Amazing Digital Circus/Helluva boss/Ninah lately and anything that flirts with madness.
➤ Aesthetic fragments, eerie comfort, digital decay, nostalgia. Uh no wait not nostalgia.
I don’t really believe in clean narratives, I believe in people trying to stay human in a world that keeps glitching.
You’ll probably see me post in lowercase, ramble about emotions like they’re ghosts, or talk about some fictional man as if he were real. That’s normal here.
I’m not looking for popularity. I just want this space to feel like a dim room with a faint blue light, the kind where you can breathe without having to smile.
If you’re kind, if you get it, if you exist quietly but deeply you’ll fit right in.
One day, maybe, I’ll hang from the chandelier over the whole baptized world. Until then, I’m just here bruh
I also want to say that I don't give a fuck about those who are unable to accept an opinion different from their own.
