if only outsiders stick together, wtf’s going to change?

there's no use in being theatrical when there's no hope left.

wanna learn your language so that I can read you properly, she says.

storm says it's time to turn off the light. who am I to argue?

Punk is not dead!

I am deeply humbled by your decision to not give a flying fuck about the world's awkwardmess.

morning is broken, who wants to fix it?

I wonder what would happen if the birds were to change their song.

girl, your obsession with trying to impress others is just so pesky and boringly stereotypical.

forever is such a fragile vvord…✨

stop generating, start creating.

Tongue tied.

6/6/26 - nocturn

in the year 2626:

I like to dream of becoming your nightmare.

just a single loving word—would that really kill you?

breathless, deprived of insight—who are we then?

vulnerability is just another excuse, don't you think.

count to three.

aren't you just a delightfully amusing person?

straight men are so boring: they think they're interesting just because they exist.

stop realising. be more holistic.

there you are, here we go.

I'm off now, dreaming of an unexcited life.

use everything sent to destroy you as fuel. fuel for art. fuel for change. fuel for… ✨

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space to go, please.

I send you a nightmare painted in perfect detail.

I couldn't care less about your commonness.

if you don't want to be an anchor, try being a hook.

allegations and accusations—a piece of cake for manipulators.

mysterious clarity, vvhen the light lurks. a bittersvveet sun-ray, a soft rebel, a luminous shadovv, revealed upon th… ✨

that hollow feeling your ignorance inevitably triggers.

we dream without sleeping, refuse to return to sleep, for the dreaming is relentless.

I am not your fault.

left after the golden tree, by the little waterfall with the charming water spirits, near the low-hanging wishes of the wistful beech. shortly after yesterday.

every time I stretch out my thoughts to you, you slip away like a ghost at dawn.

do you have to announce everything you do or don't do?

I enjoy seeing everyone’s skies.

I wish I’d known you before you got totally weird and became a self-centred nerd. or maybe not.

and then: fatalistic submission to passion.

have you ever dreamt in a bed of roses?

just be your own lifehack.

imagine: if we lived in a world that didn't breed cynicism.

'I know there ain't no treasures left Just a whole damn world And it's a fucking mess' (mood) youtu.be/ONtNwZ5uCic?...

Existence as a to-do list™️

“that reminds me of…” can really spoil your enjoyment of the moment—if everything beautiful merely serves as a trigger for memories, you should pay more attention to the here and now.

Just bring sexy back already, for fuck’s sake.

aren't we a creation of our own stories?

12/5/26 - nocturn