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one post sounds like a spell, the next like a cursed group chat 🕯️📼
soft chaos & memory fiction
📍 substack: @ literate thot thoughts
☕ ko-fi: ko-fi.com/mjtxt
posting for the girlies, ghosts & soft freaks
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This space is mostly for things I notice. Sometimes I write longer over @ literate thot thoughts. Come softly or not at all 🐚
I swing between feeling like too much and not enough. A burden. A project. Someone to fix.
It’s hard not being fully independent. Not always being able to care for myself.
But I’m still worthy. Even in the mess. Even in the need. I’m not less for needing help
August 2, 2025 at 8:10 PM
Sometimes I spiral into needing to prove I’m useful. Like if I’m not helpful, I’ll be forgotten.
But the truth is I don’t have to earn love by doing.
People love me as I am. Even when I’m still. Even when I’m soft.
August 1, 2025 at 11:21 PM
choosing sleep over spiritual character development this eclipse season. let the moons fight without me 💤🪐
Energywise, it seems bonkers until late Aug.
Please pour into you. Keep your sanity. Go and excersize, walk, dig the garden, get lost in nature. Sleep. Cook. Make art. Take a hot bath. Journal. Disconnect.
The time is now.
July 30, 2025 at 7:43 PM
1.
just dropped a completely unhinged theory:
david bowie and 16th-century swedish princess cecilia vasa are ✨spirit twins✨.
themes include exile, gender, scandal, and disappearing into myth.
it’s not history. it’s glitter theology. 🧵
July 23, 2025 at 4:28 AM
Princess Cecilia of Sweden really said: what if I was a royal and also completely feral.
She snuck a man into her room, caused a diplomatic crisis, and tried to flee creditors while serving LOOKS.
Your fave could never. 👑🪞💅
July 22, 2025 at 11:00 PM
Posted something tender & heavy on Substack:
about breaking down when my tub got moved.
about suicidal spirals, sacral mwahs, grief, and the holy ache of staying.
this isn’t a resolution. it’s recognition.
a spell for the part of me that still wants to live. 🕯️

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Queer chisme ✨ historical fashion rants ✨ bilingual chaos ✨ dream logic (Bowie! Hat Man! corset void hugs). Citations? Only if bribed. Lo que digas… +1. Click to read Literate Thot Thoughts, by mj.txt...
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July 22, 2025 at 3:40 AM
Forgot how much I love making poke. The chopping, the sesame oil, the tiny fish cubes that feel like spell ingredients.
And eating it, of course. That part’s sacred. 🍚✨
July 21, 2025 at 12:32 AM
yes i’m oscillating violently between “what a blessing to witness this turning point in human history” and “i should simply eat drywall and evaporate”
every day is a new apocalypse and i am somehow both the prophet and the court jester 🪦📡
July 18, 2025 at 2:10 AM
🌿 wrote about my father, grief, and tarot on Substack
the soft child of a man who never got to be one.
page of wands reversed + temperance.
a restless fire, a long-awaited peace.
this is how I honor him now:
by making room for softness where he only knew survival.
July 17, 2025 at 9:17 PM
Tarot says I’m headed into something flirty that turns serious. Long-distance. Maybe famous. Maybe a fire sign. I’ll just know. And I’ve been told not to run.
Also: a call from the past, healing incoming, and something unholy-hot on the horizon. 🕯️🩸👀
July 17, 2025 at 5:08 AM
Sorry but I need every piece of media to include emotionally damaged blonde twins whose moral alignment is determined by hair parting. 🥀🧬
Rewatching Trigun Stampede and
July 17, 2025 at 5:07 AM
Imagine realizing all the Bond girls were real, and all of them died, and he stayed the same.
That’s not espionage. That’s a horror film about a man-shaped curse.
Give it to A24. Let the camera linger on the lipstick-stained ghosts. 🕯️🩸
July 16, 2025 at 4:31 AM
HOTTE SINGLES NEAR UNTO THEE? I downloaded COURTR immediately.
He hasn’t written since Lent but I know he’s there.
Liking falconry posts. Ghosting like it’s a form of penance.
I’ll see him in the herbalism forum and I’ll pretend I’m fine. 🕯️📜🩸
HOTTE LOCAL SINGLES NEAR UNTO THEE ARE YNTERESTID YN VERNACULAR REWRITINGES OF THE TROY LEGEND, HENDECASYLLABIQUE VERSE, LIGHT FALCONRY, HERBALISM. JOYNE *COURTR* THE BEST APP FOR COURTLYE LOVE.
July 16, 2025 at 3:56 AM
I love sleeping. I do. But every night? Seems excessive.
What if I just stayed up and spiraled instead. For balance. 🕯️📖
July 16, 2025 at 3:53 AM
Got a pre-birthday haircut so I can cry hotter when the day comes. Priorities. 💇‍♀️🔥🎂
July 16, 2025 at 1:31 AM
Shout out to my small town that has the Hollywood Mexico filter. Or the Denis Villeneuve one.
Ran into a ghost in the tortilla aisle. Didn’t say a word.
Lighting was perfect. I almost cried next to the salsas. 🕯️📽️🌵
July 15, 2025 at 8:55 AM
The High Priestess lives in me, so I gave her a face for the day.
She wanted soft light, a Polaroid frame, and a damned ADHD diagnosis. Or at least some stimulants. 🕯️📸
July 15, 2025 at 8:51 AM
Starting the ADHD process and holding my hope gently.
I want to be believed, but I’ve learned not to expect it.
If you’ve walked this path, what did it teach you? 🌒
July 15, 2025 at 7:47 AM
Trying to get an ADHD diagnosis feels like a side quest in a dream I forgot to write down.
But I know there’s treasure at the end.
Possibly in the form of stimulants. 💊📚💫
July 15, 2025 at 4:48 AM
I love this bad bitch
July 15, 2025 at 2:51 AM
the ADHD screening feels like trying to prove i’ve always been haunted, and praying someone finally says: yeah, i see it too.
July 15, 2025 at 2:50 AM
ADHD screening tomorrow.
I keep thinking “I hope it’s ADHD.”
Not because I want a label,
but because I want a map.
I want the version of help that doesn’t shame me,
just meets me where I’ve always been.
Tired. Trying. Ready.

🧠💊
July 14, 2025 at 6:14 AM
starting to think every major life decision should be reviewed by a soft, slightly unhinged inner circle. mine’s called the thot council: therapist, dead grandma, and 2am crying-in-the-bath me. chaos guests welcome. they bring snacks 🍷🕯️
July 14, 2025 at 12:52 AM
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dear forest boy (or whatever),
you are the forest. i am the ocean.
you are calm and grounded.
i am one minor inconvenience away from texting “i miss you” to someone i don’t even like.
July 13, 2025 at 6:50 AM