I'll leave it all here, my imperfect place

Hi, my name's Ksenia. 21+. England. Lesbian. Married. Chance of mature content. Tw will be tagged.

I make music, try voice acting, write silly poems and love my wife.

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How to make an Inky-bleed-y text + Rorschach test (2 min how to + demonstrations)

Eyes are dry

Hands no longer caked in dirt

There is no blood under my nails

I am clean from absence

Flowers are folklore

Food packed in plastic

There is no love in this recipe

I am left with scraps of a possibility

God is dead

Killed by the man that made him

There is no life in you

𝑀𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ

𝑊𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒

𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙

𝐼𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑗𝑎𝑤

𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦

𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

𝐼𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ?

𝑆𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑠

𝐼 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡'𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ

“Com’on baby... it’s not that bad.”