Dumpster divinity, prophetic detritus; it is the garbage that is holy.

She takes what will not fit.

We are a family made of what's left over after everything is taken. We are a family made of the bloodiest siblings.

Anything being possible implies that you really ought to be willing to embrace it all

Are you willing to turn your whole life upside down for what you believe? For what you wish you could believe?

My world is made up of the things that please me, even if I don't know it

Post your most popular art from Twitter i think it was this haunter who dresses up in human clothes to spook people!!

comparison is the love-killer

it really does pain me to know i will never be That Girl again in That Way. but you really must love pain to grow beyond it, to grow More out of it

the tragedy of What Was is that yes, truly, you will never have it again. but the joy is found in knowing that What Will is always going to be profoundly more beautiful

the whim comes from intentionally being

I sought madness, but what I wanted more than anything was freedom

non-dominant hand drawing

you have to be able to listen for the heartsong

I echo the heartsong of myself across time, louder and more vibrant with each reverberation

I want to speak only as, for myself

direct your 👁️ only to wherever you wish it to be

You wonder about the reactions, but what about living for Your reaction?

Terrible cascade of energies leading to a terrible reveal of a terrible smile

I am beautiful, always, ever~since and ever~more

a mystery key to a mystery lock in a mystery mind

littlest mad prophet

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🔆NEURON🔆

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i am so lucky i am so grateful for every single intensity this world gives to me

wind-chimes of the mind

what even is it? What does it actually mean? Well. It means something too much for words. But it also might mean, entitlement

there exists focus. There exists direction. there does exist, rewards for our bravery, and persistence

there exists you. Even you too

when you’re cringe you’re actually making people wince in pain because you’re too powerful. its a form of exterting power over someone by having fun. and it says a lot more about the one who is cringing than it says about your interests, too. i hope i make you cringe!!!! teehee

I Feel So Strange

living life has been a constant cycle of relearning what it means to be in l∞ve

I want this body to be a vessel for desire

when i go through a time of difficult emotions, the one thing i wish most of all after about how i interfaced with it is just that i had poured more of those intense feelings into art

were we born here?

i see the you in me

reach / touch

caution to the wind #worldcocoon