Layne
@layneisawriter.bsky.social
people often forget that when exploring themselves, its not always picturesque vistas and rosy sunsets. they neglect the boggy marshes and the miserable caves. but i think those parts of ourselves are also fun to discover, just a little harder to accept
underneath the overgrowth
the ruins of what was once called home
the safest spaces are those that dont
hang over your thoughts or undermine your hope (2/2)
the ruins of what was once called home
the safest spaces are those that dont
hang over your thoughts or undermine your hope (2/2)
October 28, 2025 at 9:05 AM
underneath the overgrowth
the ruins of what was once called home
the safest spaces are those that dont
hang over your thoughts or undermine your hope (2/2)
the ruins of what was once called home
the safest spaces are those that dont
hang over your thoughts or undermine your hope (2/2)
gluttony will damn us all in the end
our thirst for things we cant comprehend
at first it will be reality as shattered
then we will toy with things that we dont know matter (2/2)
our thirst for things we cant comprehend
at first it will be reality as shattered
then we will toy with things that we dont know matter (2/2)
June 23, 2025 at 12:04 AM
gluttony will damn us all in the end
our thirst for things we cant comprehend
at first it will be reality as shattered
then we will toy with things that we dont know matter (2/2)
our thirst for things we cant comprehend
at first it will be reality as shattered
then we will toy with things that we dont know matter (2/2)
OH and heres the playlist: open.spotify.com/playlist/0bx...
as the sun sets
Playlist · Vanile · 50 items
open.spotify.com
May 25, 2025 at 11:43 PM
OH and heres the playlist: open.spotify.com/playlist/0bx...
Died before I got to live
Shambling corpse of what could've been
I aimlessly wander these hellbitten streets
Searching for something to be
My rotting eyes and mind now see
That you are far less dead than me (7/7)
Shambling corpse of what could've been
I aimlessly wander these hellbitten streets
Searching for something to be
My rotting eyes and mind now see
That you are far less dead than me (7/7)
May 19, 2025 at 2:19 AM
Died before I got to live
Shambling corpse of what could've been
I aimlessly wander these hellbitten streets
Searching for something to be
My rotting eyes and mind now see
That you are far less dead than me (7/7)
Shambling corpse of what could've been
I aimlessly wander these hellbitten streets
Searching for something to be
My rotting eyes and mind now see
That you are far less dead than me (7/7)
Embracing finally you breathe
Your body crashing into me
But I am just a worthless pig
For what you need I cannot give (6/7)
Your body crashing into me
But I am just a worthless pig
For what you need I cannot give (6/7)
May 19, 2025 at 2:18 AM
Embracing finally you breathe
Your body crashing into me
But I am just a worthless pig
For what you need I cannot give (6/7)
Your body crashing into me
But I am just a worthless pig
For what you need I cannot give (6/7)
Running fast your heart explodes
Soggy skin-prints on the road
Ignore your bleeding binding thorns
You feel as though you’ve been reborn (5/7)
Soggy skin-prints on the road
Ignore your bleeding binding thorns
You feel as though you’ve been reborn (5/7)
May 19, 2025 at 2:18 AM
Running fast your heart explodes
Soggy skin-prints on the road
Ignore your bleeding binding thorns
You feel as though you’ve been reborn (5/7)
Soggy skin-prints on the road
Ignore your bleeding binding thorns
You feel as though you’ve been reborn (5/7)
A fuzzy figure before you glows
As your stride begins to slow
Validating all your woes
This is someone you need to know (4/7)
As your stride begins to slow
Validating all your woes
This is someone you need to know (4/7)
May 19, 2025 at 2:18 AM
A fuzzy figure before you glows
As your stride begins to slow
Validating all your woes
This is someone you need to know (4/7)
As your stride begins to slow
Validating all your woes
This is someone you need to know (4/7)
Despite the molten ashen snow
Dripping flesh and melted clothes
Your immortal hope yet somehow grows
Though your throat has long since closed (3/7)
Dripping flesh and melted clothes
Your immortal hope yet somehow grows
Though your throat has long since closed (3/7)
May 19, 2025 at 2:18 AM
Despite the molten ashen snow
Dripping flesh and melted clothes
Your immortal hope yet somehow grows
Though your throat has long since closed (3/7)
Dripping flesh and melted clothes
Your immortal hope yet somehow grows
Though your throat has long since closed (3/7)