I’ve been fighting for my life—my entire life. Poverty, addiction, and the ghosts of my past have clawed at me, trying to drag me under. I’ve seen darkness most people only hear about, felt hunger that made my bones ache, and battled cravings that whispered lies in my ear. The struggle isn’t just survival—it’s fighting the demon within, the one that wears my face and knows my every weakness. But I’m still here. Still fighting. This story is raw, unfiltered, and very real. If you’ve ever felt lost in the dark, maybe you’ll find something in this to bring you back to the light.

The clocks now sigh, their hands unwind, As 2025 unfolds, soft-designed— A quilt of days, stitched sun to moon, To wrap the world in gentler tune. We mend the maps with daffodil ink, Let sorrows sink, let laughter link.

Holistic Self-Healing: Because Who Else Is Gonna Heal You (Besides You, Obviously)? Hey there, superstar! 🌟 So, you’re looking to heal your mind, body, and soul, huh? Well, lucky for you, you’ve come to the right place. You don’t need to be a mystical guru or have a PhD in Wellness (though, if that’s your thing, you do you). You do need a little self-love, a dash of patience, and maybe a handful of herbs that smell suspiciously like lavender. But hey, that’s what we’re here for! Let’s dive into the world of holistic self-healing, where you’re the superhero and your cape is probably a bathrobe (no judgment). 💫

Here you can discuss what some of your favorite tarot decks are and what you love about them! As I like to say you can never have too many tarot decks.

Crafting sigils is something I enjoy doing. You just think of what you want the sigil for and focus on that intent. You need to focus only on that intent though because it is easy for your sigil to change. Well let's just say I didn't focus hard enough on my intent while crafting a sigil and it ended up having a different purpose.

Hey everyone! Today I'll be covering some tips and tricks I've learned while doing Tarot. A few words you will see a lot will be: - Universe - Intuition - Focus - Bond

Written February 18th, 2025, around midnight. A short poem that deals with dehumanization, disconnection from the outside world, and objectification of oneself as a statue.

They pretended and are shocked that you dont want to play that game anymore. No more delusion for you.

Some past times are better left dreamt. But though only, will it find its way back into the eyes that gleam for joy. They say memories will fade, but in some life spent, they don’t.

You can't pretend to be anything, but what you are people are seeing you for the real and wondering why you deal with this monster.

You have been waiting your whole life to live out loud and freely and your sex life is a big part of this. You don't want to fight to prove your decisions or to protect your lineage.

You escaped the wrath of many narcissistic parasites. People are self absorbed feeling they have a right to be all up in your business and their skeletons

You wont dress to impress not your energy, clothes or energy. You aren't working with people who will steal your energy, business or acquaintances. Fucking with you now...

You are so focused on the future and protecting your legacy that others are thinking you do not want them in your life. So many people are watching you waiting to see what you got going on.

They never really asked you questions be prepared they are about to dig deep into you and see that there is even more to love...

Being affectionate and attractive and selfless got folks hating hard. You have been cutting ties, moving on from toxic connections. You are receiving what you need growth and the ability....

Oh lord when is the end? Has it already started or is it already over? I think Countless thoughts over again, oh lord when is the end? I start too tear up thinking about my past and my present why must my life be bad even after a up there are so many downs today was the worst of this week was the writing prompt i did this week foreshadowing? I stop and think. It all blew up in my face and im stuck on the same pace, endless crying, endless heartbreak, endless pain! Why must i always be in vain? then im back where i started oh lord when is the end?

There are days I wish God would take my hand and lead me somewhere else—somewhere quiet, somewhere without the weight of the past pressing against my chest. For ten years, I lived in a prison built of other people's certainties. Ten years of being told who and what I was, while my own voice grew smaller and smaller inside me. Ten years of watching doctors and loved ones exchange knowing looks over my head, their minds already made up, their ears closed to my truth. The misdiagnosis wasn't just a medical error—it was a theft of self, a slow erosion of everything I knew to be true.

This is the first time I'm uploading a "thought bubble" to the public. I'm going to attempt to ask many questions, while answering none of them.

Beach in the winter time my darling? Care to stroll your impending sincerity over my hands..or do you stand there and look with every eye of what could not be?