she/her
it/its if you're better than it
the vessel is 27, the mind is not
occasional author of various traumaqueer works, mostly poetry
pathetic snuffbait angel girl too stupid for her own good
angels can't die, but sometimes i wish they could
you can just keep k illing me
over,,
and over
and over
and o,ver ..
sometimes i wish that angels could die,,,
As an adult, my parents would be disgusted to learn that I play with dolls.
As an adult, my parents would be disgusted to learn that I play with dolls.
sorry you have to find out like this
irrelevantized isn't a real word, i just like how it sounds
sorry you have to find out like this
irrelevantized isn't a real word, i just like how it sounds
would anyone notice, here?
time marches on day by day
while one girl fades away
time forgets, memories fault
as though it never was
rendering any meaning pointless
as though it ever wasn't..
would anyone notice, here?
time marches on day by day
while one girl fades away
time forgets, memories fault
as though it never was
rendering any meaning pointless
as though it ever wasn't..
never lying, but never showing her whole self
here you are in the hands of a girl who could love someone so truly and still choose to destroy them, just for the thrill
never lying, but never showing her whole self
here you are in the hands of a girl who could love someone so truly and still choose to destroy them, just for the thrill
you found a sadist with genuine heart
maybe she'll hurt you but never too much
imagine all the ways those with less to lose could find joy in breaking you, with no regrets
how stupid, how foolish
you've never seens a blacken hearted black hole of a person like this
you found a sadist with genuine heart
maybe she'll hurt you but never too much
imagine all the ways those with less to lose could find joy in breaking you, with no regrets
how stupid, how foolish
you've never seens a blacken hearted black hole of a person like this
chasing back echoes of joy
isolation is a familiar cold
familiarity brings comfort
the end of joy leaves a vacant void;
opportunistic feelings rushing in to
take its place on the ladder
chasing back echoes of joy
isolation is a familiar cold
familiarity brings comfort
the end of joy leaves a vacant void;
opportunistic feelings rushing in to
take its place on the ladder
it's fun to sic my angel on girls when im too tired to care
it's fun to sic my angel on girls when im too tired to care
it's so hard not to be age regressed, always.
but my will is strong so whatever..
it's so hard not to be age regressed, always.
but my will is strong so whatever..
does anyone know how to stop humiliating yourself at all times?
does anyone know how to stop humiliating yourself at all times?