“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.”
— Kait Rokowski
EXISTENCE
most of the time when I say I can’t remember something, it’s not always that I’m trying to avoid talking about it- I just literally cannot remember. I have no idea how to remember or what to do. sometimes I try to fill the gaps with vague memories- or even small white lies just to get by- and maybe put faith in a life I will probably never remember.
call me angel bc i should be dead
Hey, a moodboard!
hey, how do i cancel my trauma subscription? i was non-consentually added the the mailing list and keep getting spam, im pretty tired of it.
“- Lo que no se ha dicho y no se ha hecho en quince años no se puede decir o hacer en un instante. Lo que se ha dicho y hecho no puede olvidarse en un instante.”
— Barbo Tagix, Fairy Oak; Adiós, Fairy Oak.