β’~ where colored glass learned to bleed ~β’
my name is between the lines, if you know how to read the light.
this is the other half that insists on being expressed.
~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~
a safe space for fractured beauty and dark thoughts
for those who exist in the in-between
Welcome π©Ά~
but read this first:
this is a sanctuary, not a stage for debate
no hate β’ respect the space or step outside it
boundaries are not up for negotiation
love me not? thatβs fine. iβm not for everyone
this blog is one half of a whole. the other side lives elsewhere.
both are true. both are me.
πΉ what lives here: daring thoughts Β· soft rebellion Β· ethereal melancholy Β· the side of me that speaks in fractured color
π₯ what doesnβt: cruelty Β· disrespect Β· weird demands Β· drama
~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~β’~
β’~stay if you understand the fracture ~β’
leave if you need things whole
