abby

she/her infj 17 taurus poet ravenclaw cat enthusiast

౨ৎ hi, i'm abby welcome to my blog! this is a get to know me page for fun. I have loved writing poetry, editing, and obsessing over fictional people and celebrities. after some recent events in my personal life, i've decided to start publishing. i hope to connect and make friends with people that make me feel understood and heard. i also hope to help others with these feelings through my writing.

౨ৎ i mostly write about musicians, like the ones i list below but i'll probably write more when i go through phases. i'm also willing to take requests on prompts/people. i'm also gonna "leak" some of my personal poetry works. i love interacting with people so moots pls message me!

some favorites

౨ৎ music: laufey, beabadoobee, olivia rodrigo, gracie abrams, sabrina carpenter, addison rae, lizzy mcapline, ariana grande, red velvet

౨ৎ movies: star wars, harry potter, tangled, pearl, toy story, hercules, winter soldier, alice in wonderland

౨ৎ tv: miraculous, clone wars, shadow lord, total drama, stranger things, wandavision, ashoka

Every AI companion platform promises lifelike images. Few survive a side-by-side test. So I ran one. I built a character on sweetdream.ai with very specific traits, then generated a stack of photos and lined them up to see whether the platform was describing the same person each time or improvising a new face per render. The verdict surprised me: the identity held remarkably steady.

The detail that earns the review-style praise is fidelity to your design. When I specified a look, the output didn't drift toward a generic template the way some competitors tend to. Freckles stayed put, expression stayed in character, and the overall result read as a believable photo of one consistent AI girlfriend rather than a mood board of lookalikes.

album of the month: five seconds flat by lizzy mcapline

proof that change is beautiful

monthly playlist:

album of the month: norman fucking rockwell! by lana del rey

album of the month: this is how tomorrow moves

author note: hiiii this is my first poetry leak. i wrote this my freshmen year of high school. i think this can relate to some girls in high school right now, how they might feel while in the seemingly endless loop of school. i hope you enjoy this ballad. if you like my work please lmk in the comments and maybe we can be moots!!

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Stumbling out of bed to her closet,

wanting do just go back to bed.

Begrudgingly she puts on a lazy outfit,

This outfit won’t stop herself from knowing what’s in her head.

Stumbling out of her house slumping over to her bus stop,

just wanting to get into a ball and cry.

She felt anything but pretty today, but she has to go.

She has to go and at least try.

Stumbling around school all day was tiring,

but she made it through with her usual brightness and smile.

Why was she happy when she wanted nothing more than to die?

“Whatever”, she thinks “I shouldn’t feel like this for a while.” 

Stumbling around her bus then to her home,

just to crawl back into the routine.

The routine that is gnawing and eating her alive.

But she falls into it, hoping to never again be fifteen.

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