What Do You Call A Nightmare You Have In The Day Time

I hate Sundays. It’s like all my negative feelings are amplified on sundays. Almost as if my body has a clock for it. I start feeling shitty as soon as it hits 12am. nasty work.

random thoughts🕴🏽*concept of religion* (couldn’t be bothered to edit it again)

m e o w

I love meeting new people. I love the rush of it, the excitement of the unknown, of knowing that this moment, this brief collision of lives, could become anything. A lifelong friendship. A fleeting romance. A long term relationship. A friend I’ll lose along the line. A handful of conversations, a series of polite hellos and how are yous, before we go back to being strangers (this piece is too long so I’ll probably share it in a separate post)

I was an angel once,

my hands cupped like a prayer,

my mouth filled with soft words and sweeter things.

But oh, how the hunger came,

How it chewed through my ribs, gnawed at my spine until I was empty enough to feel it all.

Your absence has left me starving, skin tight over bones, craving the marrow of you.

I searched for you in dreams, in corners of rooms that smell like your ghost,

and the hunger only deepened, curling like smoke in my throat.

(going to start adding snippets of my poems to my posts :))

Very pro weird girl. Not budging on that.

el arte de vivir es pintarse a uno mismo sin miedo

can’t remember the last time i was called mommy 😔

meow (i love my face) 💞