They finish all my foods, even when they don't like it and are already full 😭 I've taken away my partner's autonomy and am a monsterrrrrrr. Why, hormones, whyyyyy?!

Buy from small independent makers, get a statement piece or two, find your favorite fabrics/textures/colors, MEND YOUR OWN CLOTHING! Don't buy everything, buy The Thing that speaks to you. Make Pinterest fashion boards. Go slow, build it up. Live in sweats 85% of the time, it's good for you.

blessed bright and warm and safe again? Or will the twinkling stars-eyes-teeth find your warm, sweet scented skin first? There should be no breeze this deep, and it definitely should not be warm like this....6/6

further into spaces we weren't meant to be in, weak human eyes unable to see the ghost white and night blind figures moving along the wall and ceiling? Will you be okay when you drop the light and it goes out? Can you find your way back through the twisting passages, to the sunlight, 5/6

stirring of air, and definitely no panting sounds of hot breath from the shadows our flashlights can't penetrate. Will you keep going, peering around mineral deposits larger than buildings, searching for whatever is making that leathery, dragging noise ahead of you? Will you press 4/6

tons of rock? Or maybe...teeth?
There should be no breeze this far underground, through the cracks we made and some we found already pried open (from the inside, it almost looks like, but it's rock, not a prison...right?), there should be no wind moving in these channels we've clawed out, no 3/6

for more. Dark, dank, water dripping caves. We were so foolish to dig deeper, so greedy to open up the earth like this. That twinkling in the black we though might be coal, or pyrite, or gems...doesn't it look like eyes? Or distant stars that couldn't possibly exist under so many crushing 2/6

can already feel them knocking on your ribcage. Wait until your bones are strong enough to withstand their beating." 4/4

sing. She is already calling me, but you are keeping your hand upon my shoulder so that I may know to wait. I am not yet ready. Patience. "Let your body rest. Dark things hide in winter and some of them will find their way into your heart if you do not wait for the right time. You 3/4

for yourself." My face falls in dismay and you look at me sadly. "Even were it permitted, you do not possess the vision for such an act. You cannot be your own mirror."
Your lessons are always the hardest. In the spring, which is fast approaching, I will hear the Maiden and my heart will 2/4

So glad I caught your story and was able to follow you here! Your creations are amazing and I'm glad you're protecting yourself by leaving meta behind.

My very existence is a lesson in possibility and improbability and to know me is to know what potential ideas is gender and personhood could mean, if we just relaxed a little. Chill, man. We're all just vibes anyway.

I am a goddess and a god and a divine concept with a planar affiliation so all encompassing that to even try to picture it would make your knees give out until you're on them like you should be in the presence of something that creates and destroys in the same breath.

I do not use she or he pronouns, I instead inhabit another area of they-ness that others want you to treat as singular but that I know is ever evolving and contains fractured multitudes.