2025-26

I feel like an influencer doing this. These are just a list of habits that I’m either doing or that I want to implement in my life. I thought it would be nice to share. Phone close or on ‘Do Not Disturb’ and out of reach from your bed. I don’t know about you, but there’s nothing I hate more than hearing my phone buzz right as I’m about to doze off. (It’s even more frustrating when it’s only a weather notification.) Therefore, I put my phone on DND or I close it completely. As for keeping it out of…

This, I propose to you,A love story, not simply of the other,But also simply of you, too.So listen to my tale of monster;For to love another, you need to love yourself.And to love yourself, you need to know yourself. Sat a spirit, lonely on a tomb,Lonely as a wandering spirit.Perched, a girl, on a forgotten doom,Forgotten as an old candle lit;Never did they know fate would strike.Always did they think they would never like. In a foggy cemetery,A single mourning spirit waited in tearObserving the scenery.The cold cold scenery of fear;How long had it already been?How much time had it…

i woke up in the sand and saw the burning hillsof burial mounds, smell of children's hair in flamesover the sunken horizon i stood here in the ashes of broken cavitiesalmost beaming too hollowto needto be call greedy for crumbs crumbs of twisted liesa feast with hidden razors to sharpen my tongue,  dried saliva hanging doe eyes ignite, sparkle dot inside a dead tunnel  as i hold a never-ending grieving heartpounding like mother beside my eardrumsignoring the spirals from all the forever blind eyes

Nothing matters.I doubt I will get to live to a hundred.Nothing matters.I will be forgotten a hundred years after that.Nothing matters.I will rot away and my name will be forgotten.Nothing matters.I am only one of a hundred billions who have died.That doesn’t matter; nothing matters. No one will remember “Rose,”Who was born in the 2000s,Who hated herself,And hated the world around her.Rose will be a single name among so many others.Roses wither too.I am not alone with that name.That doesn’t matter; nothing matters. I walk in the cemetery.Truly a beautiful place, is it not?Nothing is calmer than the dead.I envy…

Scary Things, like they imply, are fucking (very, for those who don’t like swearing) terrifying. Recently, I’ve realized that I have done and I have been doing some Scary Things. With that realization came the next one: that Scary Things aren’t that scary, in reality. Now maybe it’s time for me to precise what I mean by “Scary Things”. It’s an action or an event that seems huge, is very much stress inducing, and that you need or want to do/actively participate in. And, for me, you can put scary things into two categories: the Scary Adult Things and the…

The sands where a desert once lay,Now gone, soil and mud in its way. The desert the siren went, he who brought rain,Protect and aid he did, but never could he reign. From olden lands, now forgotten and deadThis man came, alongside his old friendProtectors of that land they were, now those of new,To live anew, leaving old fates behind, he withdrew. Oh but follow the anarchist, those old fates do,Perhaps as blessing or curse, the man knew not,Eldritch of old give him powers, lest he forgotWhat They could turn him into. And yet he ran, leaving friend and foe behind.Wings,…