jealousy isn't toxic unless you act on it.

loneliness is cold.

this is 100% satire. it wasn't when i wrote it, but the act of recording it is.

this is from a long time ago, but it made me so happy to stumble upon it again. mourning doesn't always need to be sad.

everyone else knew it too. but no one sees it now because everyone has accepted that the old you is a fallen soldier except for me.

time capsule from when the earth moved slower around the sun

to the last person i loved. the one who ruined it for me. the one who humbled me. i haven't properly dealt with you in my mind yet. you just kind of sit there - fading some days, glowing on others. you'll always be my betty though. i remember the last time i heard your voice and saw your lips. ily.

this is me unlearning the acceptance of defeat before i've been defeated; it's me acknowledging that i really do have the ability to change my own constellations.

here and now. i wrote this sometime last week. it's from the beginning of the most raw journey of self-discovery i've ever been on. one i'm still on and far from being done with. it's hurts just like any other, but at the same time, i'm stunned by its pulchritude. it's so amazing and enlightening and i'm so grateful for it.

the content of this one is no longer true but it's still an important piece of the journey i'm on.

this is my first real episode and i love it so much. i hope you all do too <3

welcome kind souls. this is an overview of what my art is about and what to expect from my future episodes.