𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒊.. ᰔ

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𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕

𝑰'𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕

𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔

𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓪𝔂, 3:33 𝓐. 𝓜.

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓻𝔂:

i woke up feeling heavy, with barely enough strength to get up and write, It's like I've been rotting in nostalgia and melancholy all this time, while burying myself deeper and deeper in my own thoughts...

It's something strange, despite being fifteen years old I can't let go of the painful past and that is killing me. I only want a space that holds poems, borrowed lyrics, Images so edited that they end up telling the truth, and most of all 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽. Melanie martinez shaped my taste for the sweet that feels unsettling. I'm okay with the disturbing, with soft violence, with discomfort that doesn't explain itself but some lines stay uncrossed:sexual content does not belong here, if that's what u bring, pls DO NOT INTERACT. And if my age bothers you, leaving quietly is enough.this space exists because i’m tired of holding everything alone — it’s quiet here, heavy, and honest. all i ask for is respect