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iragaruk.bsky.social
morí.
@iragaruk.bsky.social
a vent refugee.
INTP 6w5 — ENG/日本語
diary of an unfortunate life.
1999 | coffee , literature & cats.

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everything I’ve seen about the ash trevino saga was against my will — how does one bleach their brain.
March 8, 2025 at 8:20 AM
a passionate kiss with a gun barrel will fix me.
February 5, 2025 at 3:44 PM
“you have issues.” darling, I AM the issue.
February 3, 2025 at 11:26 AM
hoa hoa weather today.
January 29, 2025 at 8:15 AM
don’t ask me to love myself, I’m not my type.
January 28, 2025 at 9:41 AM
what I meant to say: frontal lobe

what I said instead: frontal lobotomy
January 27, 2025 at 9:40 AM
sometimes my brain cells kiss and I have an epiphany about something that happened years ago.
January 25, 2025 at 11:09 PM
“you should eat healthier to live a long life.” bold of you to assume I want to live at all.
January 24, 2025 at 3:35 PM
my attention span has gotten worse to the point that I watch tiktok videos in 2x speed.
January 22, 2025 at 12:33 PM
the urge to delete everything and just disappear.
January 17, 2025 at 9:27 PM
somewhere along the way, I lost the person I thought myself to be.
January 16, 2025 at 3:16 PM
I could peel my skin off for them and people would still question my loyalty.
January 16, 2025 at 3:10 AM
Reposted by morí.
i'm stuck in the eternal hell that is me
January 8, 2025 at 10:33 PM
missing vent is like missing your toxic ex that ghosted you a week after saying the relationship was going to be alright.
January 9, 2025 at 9:00 AM
endless shadows and disembodied whispers — they strangle me, taunt me, as my battered hands continue to pound against the bloodied walls of this fleshed cage. I scream — my lungs bruised and my ribs fractured, yet there is not a soul in sight — had I been forsaken? were my cries too petulant?
January 4, 2025 at 5:49 PM
I yearn foolishly, once more, for what cannot be — previous lessons preposterously forgotten as my mind chooses to abandon.
January 2, 2025 at 8:27 AM
I complain about routine but proceeds to have a mental breakdown at the slightest disruption in it.
December 30, 2024 at 3:25 AM
there’s no crueler curse than being fated to be forgotten.
December 29, 2024 at 6:52 AM
Reposted by morí.
"do you like anyone" you want me to die.
December 29, 2024 at 3:55 AM
my brain is 90% brain rot and 10% philosophical debates and literature.
December 28, 2024 at 5:48 AM