JT Brooklyn
@jtbrooklyn.bsky.social
📸 Photographer/ Videographer
📝 Writer/ Lyricist
🎧 Disc Jockey
📣 Outspoken & Creative
Honestly, this page is just an open diary
📝 Writer/ Lyricist
🎧 Disc Jockey
📣 Outspoken & Creative
Honestly, this page is just an open diary
Holding onto guardrails, close enough to fall in love, yet still distant from unbridled comfortability. I’m allowing myself to get close to someone again. I’m re-educating myself on a different love. Still putting my self love first and foremost. I watch as the wall I built slowly disassembles.
November 25, 2025 at 2:49 AM
Holding onto guardrails, close enough to fall in love, yet still distant from unbridled comfortability. I’m allowing myself to get close to someone again. I’m re-educating myself on a different love. Still putting my self love first and foremost. I watch as the wall I built slowly disassembles.
Sometimes the most radical act is to simply exist. Take up space. Love and live unapologetically.
November 17, 2025 at 4:37 AM
Sometimes the most radical act is to simply exist. Take up space. Love and live unapologetically.
I’m glad to be in brighter spirits and ending the year better than the beginning. May blessings, grace and mercy be bestowed upon myself and all others.
November 11, 2025 at 9:25 PM
I’m glad to be in brighter spirits and ending the year better than the beginning. May blessings, grace and mercy be bestowed upon myself and all others.
I wish you well and want the best for you. I want you to find love and gain the career you strived for. To forgive yourself for how things went with your dog and get a new one. Simultaneously, I don’t want to ever speak to you again. You were the drama. You can still eat, just not at my table.
November 11, 2025 at 9:20 PM
I wish you well and want the best for you. I want you to find love and gain the career you strived for. To forgive yourself for how things went with your dog and get a new one. Simultaneously, I don’t want to ever speak to you again. You were the drama. You can still eat, just not at my table.
I’m annoyed when the toxic grimy individual with no self-accountability chooses to give advice to those who never asked for it. Take a look at your $5 self before someone makes change, or whatever Nino Jackson said.
November 4, 2025 at 6:49 PM
I’m annoyed when the toxic grimy individual with no self-accountability chooses to give advice to those who never asked for it. Take a look at your $5 self before someone makes change, or whatever Nino Jackson said.
November 2, 2025 at 5:57 PM
This must be one of those Pagan holidays that we don’t acknowledge. Cause I damn sure ain’t celebrating.
October 18, 2025 at 1:05 PM
This must be one of those Pagan holidays that we don’t acknowledge. Cause I damn sure ain’t celebrating.
99 days of silence. So much left unsaid. So much that could’ve been said had the opportunity been given. An attempt at conversation became a monologue, more than once. The lasting impression you made is still there. If only things unfolded differently.
October 18, 2025 at 1:01 PM
99 days of silence. So much left unsaid. So much that could’ve been said had the opportunity been given. An attempt at conversation became a monologue, more than once. The lasting impression you made is still there. If only things unfolded differently.
Is it closure that yearn for. Maybe it’s having the last word. Or making them hurt the way they hurt me. Not feeling better until they feel worse. The worst part of me feels this truth. I understand the recession in growth. But in all actuality, I just want my lick back. One good punch to his throat
October 18, 2025 at 5:15 AM
Is it closure that yearn for. Maybe it’s having the last word. Or making them hurt the way they hurt me. Not feeling better until they feel worse. The worst part of me feels this truth. I understand the recession in growth. But in all actuality, I just want my lick back. One good punch to his throat
I have someone who cares about me and treats me with respect. Yet, I keep comparing him to the last one who broke my heart. I hold him at arms length. The feeling of being loved is so unfamiliar, I react unfavorably towards it. I punish him for loving me, just as I was punished by the one I loved.
September 29, 2025 at 4:22 AM
I have someone who cares about me and treats me with respect. Yet, I keep comparing him to the last one who broke my heart. I hold him at arms length. The feeling of being loved is so unfamiliar, I react unfavorably towards it. I punish him for loving me, just as I was punished by the one I loved.
No Time
Queen Bitch
Not Tonight Remix (Ladies Night)
Crush On You
How Many Licks
Came Back For You
Black Friday
Look Like Money
Queen Bitch
Not Tonight Remix (Ladies Night)
Crush On You
How Many Licks
Came Back For You
Black Friday
Look Like Money
September 25, 2025 at 5:50 PM
No Time
Queen Bitch
Not Tonight Remix (Ladies Night)
Crush On You
How Many Licks
Came Back For You
Black Friday
Look Like Money
Queen Bitch
Not Tonight Remix (Ladies Night)
Crush On You
How Many Licks
Came Back For You
Black Friday
Look Like Money
Sweet Nothings
Freedom
What About Us
Put That On Everything
Should I Go
Shattered Heart
Wish Your Love Away
Scared of Beautiful
Rather Be
Freedom
What About Us
Put That On Everything
Should I Go
Shattered Heart
Wish Your Love Away
Scared of Beautiful
Rather Be
September 25, 2025 at 5:47 PM
Sweet Nothings
Freedom
What About Us
Put That On Everything
Should I Go
Shattered Heart
Wish Your Love Away
Scared of Beautiful
Rather Be
Freedom
What About Us
Put That On Everything
Should I Go
Shattered Heart
Wish Your Love Away
Scared of Beautiful
Rather Be
Heaven’s Door
Send Me an Angel
Diary
Karma
Try Sleeping with a Broken Heart
Send Me an Angel
Diary
Karma
Try Sleeping with a Broken Heart
September 25, 2025 at 5:44 PM
Heaven’s Door
Send Me an Angel
Diary
Karma
Try Sleeping with a Broken Heart
Send Me an Angel
Diary
Karma
Try Sleeping with a Broken Heart
Helga G. Pataki is the reason I bully men when I’m interested in them, write poems about them and get upset when they can’t tell I have feelings for them. Hey Arnold taught me that toxic love is okay and will win in the end. If you don’t have a gum statue of me in your closet, then you don’t love me
September 4, 2025 at 12:19 AM
Helga G. Pataki is the reason I bully men when I’m interested in them, write poems about them and get upset when they can’t tell I have feelings for them. Hey Arnold taught me that toxic love is okay and will win in the end. If you don’t have a gum statue of me in your closet, then you don’t love me
Muriel was the true villain of this series. Her no survival instincts having ass caused so many problems for the dog. Honestly, after the first 2 times of saving her, I’d let both she and Eustace die and live in that house by myself.
September 4, 2025 at 12:09 AM
Muriel was the true villain of this series. Her no survival instincts having ass caused so many problems for the dog. Honestly, after the first 2 times of saving her, I’d let both she and Eustace die and live in that house by myself.
Coming to terms with being by myself is grasping that I’m alone, but I don’t have to be lonely. I’m separate from everyone else, but not isolated. Once the loud thoughts have calmed down, there’s peace and comfort in alone time.
August 28, 2025 at 6:07 PM
Coming to terms with being by myself is grasping that I’m alone, but I don’t have to be lonely. I’m separate from everyone else, but not isolated. Once the loud thoughts have calmed down, there’s peace and comfort in alone time.
Happy Birthday to me
August 27, 2025 at 1:45 PM
Happy Birthday to me
Every year around this time I start thinking too deeply, becoming too anxious in crowds, avoiding necessary interactions, craving a level of self love and appreciation that I don’t have the strength to express or give myself. This year is no different. I am getting older alone. Not the happiest now.
August 19, 2025 at 12:52 AM
Every year around this time I start thinking too deeply, becoming too anxious in crowds, avoiding necessary interactions, craving a level of self love and appreciation that I don’t have the strength to express or give myself. This year is no different. I am getting older alone. Not the happiest now.