I dey suffer add meaning my lyf

my breasts been so sitting so pretty n soft, bringin me comfort, holding myself like wow I’m so delicate ⋆⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆⋆˙⟡𓇢𓆸

thank goodness I’m not a Pisces 😭

idk where I saw or read or heard dis but it’s something about sometimes the best part of today being tomorrow and truly that’s been helping a lot. Today may not make sense but there’s always tomorrow for rebirth

bein raised on the continent, I literally grew up round a whole community of ppl, it was dangerous on certain occasions but all in all, it has shaped such a broad identity within myself, many manyyyy had a role in my upbringing and truly it isn’t natural for me to be in solitude away from other spirits. It’s weird how the internet has made a substitute for that and as much as I’m grateful for alll the ppl I get to connect with on the web, I’m quite fatigued by it. Or rather, I’m fatigued by dis device. I don’t know the consequences of knowin dis many ppl online, but I’m sure there’s some lolll. It’s too much, jus prayin for dis journey of safely materializing my collectives

u kno it’s deep when I hit mama up tellin her to pray for me 😭 she’s sent me a bible verse n everything, imma read it tho

anotha sisss surprising me with a visit dis week, more reasons to live fr :)))) thank u mmiri, for always answering my desires

I wanna dress n look like bougainvillea against a sunset

I pray to embody my rest as divine maintenance rather than wasted time

who here feels emotionally intense, how do u deal?

What does an artistic life look like where access to creation is not dependent on emotional entanglement?