You don’t know pain until you sit down and beg God to heal your heart.

i have this deadly sickness called remembering

The heat is back. I'm moving into my bathtub. 🫩

Just because I carry it well, doesn't mean it's not heavy. It's heavy.

Craving deep connections

half avoidant on my father's side

nobody talks about the rage of having so much to say but refusing to say it because their emotional intelligence is too low for them to comprehend it

I recommend silence

opening Tumblr is like a cigarette break

Third base is when you watch me shut down and go nonverbal in public from overstimulation.

Don’t use AI to write. Use childhood trauma like a real poet.

Never been the type to wanna fit in, I’ll sit alone if I have to.

If you see me looking zoned out it’s cuz im having a therapy session with myself in my head