chapter three ?!

woah. it's been like three years already?it feels unreal. it feels as if yesterday when my 11 year old self forced my sister to learn how to operate wordpress - told her i NEEDED people to read my works, that i wanted to do something that nobody (i knew) had done yet. start up a…

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◍ ≻﹒the final frontier﹒

The world had drastically changed from what it was just a century ago. The once-booming cities had turned into desolate, icy wastelands, with the only semblance of civilization being the gleaming metro tracks that stretched across the frozen earth. The air buzzed with activity as futuristic hover-cars zipped across it like dragonflies. In this new…

⁾⁾﹒💤﹒academic validation

i'm kinda scared of publising poetry again because i havent posted in a long time ,, but here goes~

₊⁻∘･ an ode to 2022 ˚︵.

hey ,, here's a small feel dump about 2022 it's been an okay year and i'm happy with the progress i've made. can't wait to keep writing more!

22 lessons from ’22

hey lilies! i hope all of you had a wonderful christmas and if you don't celebrate it, well, happy holidays !!i hope everyone is doing okay and spending time with their loved ones. i can't explain my inactivity (i literally missed out on so many emails for collabs i feel so pathetic 😭😭) but i…

man up, man up, man up!

hihii i wrote this poem a while back. it focuses on male mental health and the importance of it. honestly, there's so much toxic masculinity (fem typa guys >>>) that it's really not safe for our guys out there ): i just hope to normalize the view of how it is okay to break down sometimes only to get back up stronger!!

﹒☆﹐🐕 november wrap-up﹗

umm haha can we ignore how this post is like 10 days late 💀💀and also how i'm running out of colors?? The vine leaves against the brick walls of my house, Are rusty and broken. Dead leaves gather under the pine-trees, The brittle boughs of lilac-bushes Sweep against the stars … -Amy Lowell, November My…