Gave Up My Youth, For My Future.

Gave up my youth, for my future.

I just want to, rise up stronger.

No way back to the past, Ill step ahead, go right in front of me.

Face the night, I will rise up.

Social Path by Stray Kids feat. LiSA

Suddenly there’s a horn on my head now, would there be forgiveness, even the devils? There’s a horn rising out of my head, but I love it.

-CROWN by TxT- Check this out on my Instagram, same handle as this one, trying to start kicking up dust over here amidst my art block.

Waiting for the eclipse

Sometimes I'm okay alone.

Some days pass easier than others, some nights I stayyy up, cashing in my bad luck.

Ahem.

Anyways, point aside.

Some days I'm all engines firing, revving and itching to punch the ignition.

Yeah, there is the constant search for self-improvement and focus on self and self-love; Kim Namjoon didnt tell me to love myself for nothin'. It's easily one of the few bits of advice from a man I will forever recall and cling to.

But it's those days that I'm just spent, and gods only know I have alot of those between the laundry list of ailments where I want a shoulder to lean on, I swear I'm not touch starved (I very much am, dont listen to this fool)- I just have a very short list of people who I like touching me. A blessing and a curse, really.

And don't tell me to be strong; or that I underestimate my strength.

8 billion people in the world and somewhere out there is a guy looking for me. Gods know I'm screwed with my neurodivergent and asocial/introverted ass; it'll likely hit me when I least expect it.

But I hate that.

This'll be me, logging my thoughts. Waiting for the sun and moon to align, because theres no way I won't call him sunshine.

And if he calls me moonchild or some variation of the lunar body, I will fold like a paper crane.

when men roll up their sleeves and show their slutty little forearms i wither away like a victorian man seeing ankles for the first time

happy pride 🏳️‍🌈

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If this can no longer resonate, no longer make my heart vibrate

Then like this may be how I die my first death.

But what if that moment's right now?

Right now?

Black Swan by BTS

“a dancer dies twice — once when they stop dancing, and this first death is the more painful.” ~Martha Graham~