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All the women in me are tired ,so let me rage before I die.
I'm nothing in my soul if not obsessive.
March 3, 2025 at 8:39 AM
I'm nothing in my soul if not obsessive.
Have you ever let go? Have you ever felt true freedom?
Have you finally lifted that heavy weight pulling you down?
Have you ever just existed for a second, no thoughts ,no emotions; just present?
I haven't...
But to me, it is more addictive than the oxygen I breathe.
Have you finally lifted that heavy weight pulling you down?
Have you ever just existed for a second, no thoughts ,no emotions; just present?
I haven't...
But to me, it is more addictive than the oxygen I breathe.
March 3, 2025 at 8:24 AM
Have you ever let go? Have you ever felt true freedom?
Have you finally lifted that heavy weight pulling you down?
Have you ever just existed for a second, no thoughts ,no emotions; just present?
I haven't...
But to me, it is more addictive than the oxygen I breathe.
Have you finally lifted that heavy weight pulling you down?
Have you ever just existed for a second, no thoughts ,no emotions; just present?
I haven't...
But to me, it is more addictive than the oxygen I breathe.
My soul is lost forever
and my heart has gone to sleep
My eyes can no longer see through the tears
They no longer see the good, only the evil
I can no longer feel anything
Nothing matters to me
My emotions have gone dark
I feel only hurt and pain
displeasure and insanity
and my heart has gone to sleep
My eyes can no longer see through the tears
They no longer see the good, only the evil
I can no longer feel anything
Nothing matters to me
My emotions have gone dark
I feel only hurt and pain
displeasure and insanity
January 23, 2025 at 7:42 PM
My soul is lost forever
and my heart has gone to sleep
My eyes can no longer see through the tears
They no longer see the good, only the evil
I can no longer feel anything
Nothing matters to me
My emotions have gone dark
I feel only hurt and pain
displeasure and insanity
and my heart has gone to sleep
My eyes can no longer see through the tears
They no longer see the good, only the evil
I can no longer feel anything
Nothing matters to me
My emotions have gone dark
I feel only hurt and pain
displeasure and insanity
You're gonna be alright. Just trust.
January 2, 2025 at 5:11 AM
You're gonna be alright. Just trust.
And I will fight—
With every breath I take,
Through my art, through my words,
With every choice I make.
Wild,
I will continue to dance,
And die like the witches you burned at the stake."
With every breath I take,
Through my art, through my words,
With every choice I make.
Wild,
I will continue to dance,
And die like the witches you burned at the stake."
December 17, 2024 at 3:34 PM
And I will fight—
With every breath I take,
Through my art, through my words,
With every choice I make.
Wild,
I will continue to dance,
And die like the witches you burned at the stake."
With every breath I take,
Through my art, through my words,
With every choice I make.
Wild,
I will continue to dance,
And die like the witches you burned at the stake."
Maybe if I were a ghost, someone would finally see right through me.
December 16, 2024 at 12:51 PM
Maybe if I were a ghost, someone would finally see right through me.
I was crazy since the day art chose me.
December 16, 2024 at 12:48 PM
I was crazy since the day art chose me.
Leading up to that moment, I was caught in the shadow of what was to come.
In the midst of it, all I sought was to pour my heart out, hoping it would be enough.
But the aftermath was ever bittersweet, for it was the only instance I had ever known true devotion.
Now, I stand—empty and forsaken.
In the midst of it, all I sought was to pour my heart out, hoping it would be enough.
But the aftermath was ever bittersweet, for it was the only instance I had ever known true devotion.
Now, I stand—empty and forsaken.
November 28, 2024 at 3:38 AM
Leading up to that moment, I was caught in the shadow of what was to come.
In the midst of it, all I sought was to pour my heart out, hoping it would be enough.
But the aftermath was ever bittersweet, for it was the only instance I had ever known true devotion.
Now, I stand—empty and forsaken.
In the midst of it, all I sought was to pour my heart out, hoping it would be enough.
But the aftermath was ever bittersweet, for it was the only instance I had ever known true devotion.
Now, I stand—empty and forsaken.
Beautiful ,dangerous...
November 26, 2024 at 2:46 AM
Beautiful ,dangerous...
To create, you have to destroy
November 26, 2024 at 2:44 AM
To create, you have to destroy
Love yourself so the world can love you back.
November 25, 2024 at 6:57 AM
Love yourself so the world can love you back.
You need nobody's permission to suffer and even less to heal.
November 25, 2024 at 6:56 AM
You need nobody's permission to suffer and even less to heal.
If your life was a book, would you trust your author ?
November 24, 2024 at 6:36 PM
If your life was a book, would you trust your author ?
The forbidden fruit...or not
November 24, 2024 at 6:34 PM
The forbidden fruit...or not
Till death do us apart ? No ,I'll follow you in the afterlife and any lifetime after that. And if your soul leaves for another galaxy, I'll explore each of them till I find you again .
She.
She.
November 24, 2024 at 12:01 AM
Till death do us apart ? No ,I'll follow you in the afterlife and any lifetime after that. And if your soul leaves for another galaxy, I'll explore each of them till I find you again .
She.
She.
Does love love you back?
November 23, 2024 at 11:58 PM
Does love love you back?
Have you ever known passion?
November 23, 2024 at 5:34 AM
Have you ever known passion?
Have you ever tasted the forbidden?
November 23, 2024 at 5:30 AM
Have you ever tasted the forbidden?
Give her six months.
November 22, 2024 at 3:54 AM
Give her six months.
...Like a loyal dog who waits for someone who will never come my way
I romanticize Odysseus and Penelope’s relationship
To feel the love that they had.
Is it something so hard to ask?
Forget it
It was a mistake to even think about something I could never have.
Atlas
I romanticize Odysseus and Penelope’s relationship
To feel the love that they had.
Is it something so hard to ask?
Forget it
It was a mistake to even think about something I could never have.
Atlas
November 22, 2024 at 3:50 AM
...Like a loyal dog who waits for someone who will never come my way
I romanticize Odysseus and Penelope’s relationship
To feel the love that they had.
Is it something so hard to ask?
Forget it
It was a mistake to even think about something I could never have.
Atlas
I romanticize Odysseus and Penelope’s relationship
To feel the love that they had.
Is it something so hard to ask?
Forget it
It was a mistake to even think about something I could never have.
Atlas
To wait
Sometimes I feel like Icarus..
I love someone always too far from me that when I reach I burn
Destined to fall
But I know I’ll still love
A fated curse
I hate how it hurts
Years go by and nothing has changed
Maybe it’s time I quit this stupid race...
Atlas
Sometimes I feel like Icarus..
I love someone always too far from me that when I reach I burn
Destined to fall
But I know I’ll still love
A fated curse
I hate how it hurts
Years go by and nothing has changed
Maybe it’s time I quit this stupid race...
Atlas
November 21, 2024 at 12:30 AM
To wait
Sometimes I feel like Icarus..
I love someone always too far from me that when I reach I burn
Destined to fall
But I know I’ll still love
A fated curse
I hate how it hurts
Years go by and nothing has changed
Maybe it’s time I quit this stupid race...
Atlas
Sometimes I feel like Icarus..
I love someone always too far from me that when I reach I burn
Destined to fall
But I know I’ll still love
A fated curse
I hate how it hurts
Years go by and nothing has changed
Maybe it’s time I quit this stupid race...
Atlas