Baby Baby

baby baby

what do celestial bodies do?

they orbit, but on occasion, they collide in a symphony of chaos and beauty. a catastrophic genesis of a new reality.

I love writing and by writing I mean coming up with an idea and then making a book cover and detailed character bios and imagining some fun and interesting scenes and then never actually writing anything down or plotting out the story

His little twisted tooth 🥹

is this allowed??

why does the algorithm hate me? (Not said out of self-pity but out of genuine interest).

your absence is palpable

there's a gaping hole where the knife used to be

you were the knife right before it was excised

you used to impale me, penetrate me, saturate me, 'til there was no hem between our flesh and blood

symbiotic, we used to be

now it is I who remains, though not for long, as i can tell i'm wasting away in this silence, in this absence