Jade // HeadbugInc
@headbuginc.bsky.social
Jade of all trades, master of none
Posts are mostly WIP fragments and other creative musings
Posts are mostly WIP fragments and other creative musings
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The camera moved through the filthy house: broken furniture, overturned trash, and walls smeared with dark stains. The place was infested with mould growing from the walls. Blood trailed to the kitchen, where a flickering light illuminated the dank room—but it was empty.
"You see? Abandoned."
"You see? Abandoned."
When a soft love floats into existence, so graceful and gentle, it really reminds you of the hard, tumultuous love, that pricked you every time you approached it, that you experienced before.
My poor wounds.
My poor wounds.
February 1, 2025 at 4:08 AM
When a soft love floats into existence, so graceful and gentle, it really reminds you of the hard, tumultuous love, that pricked you every time you approached it, that you experienced before.
My poor wounds.
My poor wounds.
Soft tender kisses on a weeknight. Soothing the exhaustion it takes from being a functioning member of society. Arms that hold me close, cuccooning me with safe, sweet care until I'm ready to fly again.
January 29, 2025 at 1:30 PM
Soft tender kisses on a weeknight. Soothing the exhaustion it takes from being a functioning member of society. Arms that hold me close, cuccooning me with safe, sweet care until I'm ready to fly again.
Last nights dream:
January 3, 2025 at 12:51 PM
Last nights dream:
Boy, oh boy, did it not work out for you? You raised your sword limply in hand to defend the people you chose to side with. And for what? What good did it do you?
You're bruised and beaten, your body mangled on the grass like a puppet with its strings cut.
You're bruised and beaten, your body mangled on the grass like a puppet with its strings cut.
December 28, 2024 at 10:18 PM
Boy, oh boy, did it not work out for you? You raised your sword limply in hand to defend the people you chose to side with. And for what? What good did it do you?
You're bruised and beaten, your body mangled on the grass like a puppet with its strings cut.
You're bruised and beaten, your body mangled on the grass like a puppet with its strings cut.
The camera moved through the filthy house: broken furniture, overturned trash, and walls smeared with dark stains. The place was infested with mould growing from the walls. Blood trailed to the kitchen, where a flickering light illuminated the dank room—but it was empty.
"You see? Abandoned."
"You see? Abandoned."
December 17, 2024 at 3:44 AM
The camera moved through the filthy house: broken furniture, overturned trash, and walls smeared with dark stains. The place was infested with mould growing from the walls. Blood trailed to the kitchen, where a flickering light illuminated the dank room—but it was empty.
"You see? Abandoned."
"You see? Abandoned."
Albert Einstein: "You can't blame gravity for falling in love."
But can I blame the man who made me fall? I tripped over his dumb, cute smile at the corner of his lips, after all. Gravity is constant on this planet.. as is that damn smile. Got an equation to save me from that Albert?
But can I blame the man who made me fall? I tripped over his dumb, cute smile at the corner of his lips, after all. Gravity is constant on this planet.. as is that damn smile. Got an equation to save me from that Albert?
December 15, 2024 at 12:51 AM
Albert Einstein: "You can't blame gravity for falling in love."
But can I blame the man who made me fall? I tripped over his dumb, cute smile at the corner of his lips, after all. Gravity is constant on this planet.. as is that damn smile. Got an equation to save me from that Albert?
But can I blame the man who made me fall? I tripped over his dumb, cute smile at the corner of his lips, after all. Gravity is constant on this planet.. as is that damn smile. Got an equation to save me from that Albert?
"Don't you hate waking up alone. Not alone. Lonely.
I used to love being alone. Completely satisfied with my own company. Me, myself and I, dependable, responsible and trustworthy.
And then he had to come bursting into my life like a wrecking ball through the brick wall that was my resolve."
I used to love being alone. Completely satisfied with my own company. Me, myself and I, dependable, responsible and trustworthy.
And then he had to come bursting into my life like a wrecking ball through the brick wall that was my resolve."
November 27, 2024 at 10:54 AM
"Don't you hate waking up alone. Not alone. Lonely.
I used to love being alone. Completely satisfied with my own company. Me, myself and I, dependable, responsible and trustworthy.
And then he had to come bursting into my life like a wrecking ball through the brick wall that was my resolve."
I used to love being alone. Completely satisfied with my own company. Me, myself and I, dependable, responsible and trustworthy.
And then he had to come bursting into my life like a wrecking ball through the brick wall that was my resolve."
I had a dream last night where it played out like the penultimate scene in a movie where I had to take down the bad guy trying to destroy the world using magic. There was a beast-man and everything.
It looked so good in my brain, but every time I try and write it, it doesn't sound right.
It looked so good in my brain, but every time I try and write it, it doesn't sound right.
November 20, 2024 at 12:09 PM
I had a dream last night where it played out like the penultimate scene in a movie where I had to take down the bad guy trying to destroy the world using magic. There was a beast-man and everything.
It looked so good in my brain, but every time I try and write it, it doesn't sound right.
It looked so good in my brain, but every time I try and write it, it doesn't sound right.
I have always wanted to be an author. Ever since I could write, I even got a typewriter for Christmas at age 6.
I wanted people to hear me without using my voice, people to know me without seeing my face, people to be entertained by me without knowing who I am.
I wanted people to hear me without using my voice, people to know me without seeing my face, people to be entertained by me without knowing who I am.
November 19, 2024 at 3:47 PM
I have always wanted to be an author. Ever since I could write, I even got a typewriter for Christmas at age 6.
I wanted people to hear me without using my voice, people to know me without seeing my face, people to be entertained by me without knowing who I am.
I wanted people to hear me without using my voice, people to know me without seeing my face, people to be entertained by me without knowing who I am.