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@manta.gay
Adult vessel for the brine's chosen
Autumnal siphonophore&
Otherwise known as Mori
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going on maybe permanent hiatus. if you'd like to add me on discord or get in touch elsewhere, you can email anything or anyone at my domain. sorry to anyone who liked interacting with me here. i'll miss you. okay thanks bye
going on maybe permanent hiatus. if you'd like to add me on discord or get in touch elsewhere, you can email anything or anyone at my domain. sorry to anyone who liked interacting with me here. i'll miss you. okay thanks bye
November 23, 2025 at 3:56 AM
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停滞
October 1, 2025 at 10:02 PM
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秋すき
November 11, 2025 at 1:53 PM
November 21, 2025 at 5:55 AM
girls who live in the hadal zone are under a lot of pressure
November 20, 2025 at 7:45 AM
"if you call it illness you will think of it as an enemy or something that you need to get rid of."
November 18, 2025 at 4:14 AM
Folie simultanée
the thing in the mirror shares your delusions
November 10, 2025 at 4:55 PM
through snell's window
fog-wrapped sister above
caressing the waves
November 10, 2025 at 3:45 PM
when you read a prayer to no one, it's important to say it out loud in a quiet voice
October 30, 2025 at 12:41 AM
loving those who will never love you back does something to you. or perhaps the causality is the other way around
October 29, 2025 at 5:40 PM
if you're a fictive, are you the character or is the character you
October 22, 2025 at 9:07 PM
i wrote about you.
i might say i love you
manta.gay
October 16, 2025 at 9:28 PM
i wrote about the world.
the world
manta.gay
October 12, 2025 at 7:14 AM
As autumn grows near, the goddesses within-around-beyond you call out. Will you hear them? They can heal you - transform you into something you did not know could exist. Remind you what it is like to breathe fresh air.
September 23, 2025 at 5:16 PM
The hardest thing you will ever have to do is to love yourself the way She loves you.
June 9, 2025 at 4:12 AM
the fourth call.

those breaking wave-words further filling our lungs each time. threatening to spill over. if you get too close you'll be immersed. do you want to? do you fear it?

it's a beautiful sound. it's a terrible sound. still, i wish they too could feel a rebirth through drowning.
June 8, 2025 at 6:47 AM
> we are goddesses
> little goddeses with an ideology of endlessness to infect the world with
June 7, 2025 at 5:44 PM
they can't understand. why can't they understand?

this is the truth behind the truth, and it tears us from their world. your world. separated not merely by plague but by mind, by Her call. at high tide, we walk along you. at low tide, all is Hers.

why can't they hear it too?
June 7, 2025 at 4:45 PM
She returned, revealing the shell for what it was: a hollow container for murky figments, false whispers of the one She touched.
June 7, 2025 at 4:07 AM
your mind drifts. the boundaries weaken. the light leaks in (or out? you aren't quite sure) through the little gaps. you feel blessed. you feel ethereal. you feel impure. you feel humbled. you feel an impending sense of doom. you really shouldn't have eaten that entire bag of cinnamon gummy bears.
March 9, 2025 at 8:06 PM