#inkskinned

i dont know brah hashtag love yourself hashtag never ever kill yourself or something! I liek when words mean things sometimes! Stay kind to everyone, including yourself, never kill anyone, including yourself. something something. love thyself. something something. poetry and art. or something. scratches head and chuckles nervously.

And I started annotating books this year in a journal. This is how it turned out:)

Y’all should buy a ticket for the emotional rollercoaster that is “Body’s a Bad Monster” by @inkskinned! Emotions I didn’t know I still had are sore. Feels like there are maggots eating away at the decaying flesh in a wound I didn’t even know I had. 10/10. Owie. 🥲👍

on lurching towards the breaking point

for years i enjoyed, rage and cry alongside with you reading your tumblr posts @inkskinned, and somehow i got your book just today. is it too late? but it doesn’t matter, better late than never, right? at first flip over, the book looks gorgeous and interesting. very promising.

oh and i do hope you’re okay now, too, in some regards, at least. although recent posts or yours got me worried a bit. i wish you a peace and happiness. please say hello to your plants for me. 🌿

maquillage of traffic jams & pity of parent not served

with ketchup sachets —

your smile

of a loneliness which makes itself fester along leftovers

door slamming as usual

let things lie dormant as thoughts in urns

you prim up for work

tomorrow

apace with your skullroom staring at snow

I do not know now who you were 

A dream, a being I created 

So much of you I saw in me,

Reflecting light within my darkness

A glimpse of light that would peek through, 

But I would draw the curtains tight,

To keep reality at bay, 

I would succumb to all you’d say