#poetry prose
I dress your name as if a wound, with the delicacy of someone who knows how much it can hurt to move. I whisper it with caution, as if there is no more room in my throat except for that of air. Ocean Vuong said freedom is nothing but the distance between a hunter and its prey, and with each broken step I’m learning that love does nothing but eat, and tear at these threads
“never despair, always persevere”
-don’t quit
“let my arm bleed and ink come out. ”
Hey guys I’m going to be moving my content primarily to YouTube since the changes for creators on Tumblr. I don’t really care for what is happening to the platform too much. I do hope you consider following me on this journey still. Thank you all so much.
Every artist has been told not to be an artist by the person who damaged them enough to become an artist.
wonder we go when we die
“i’m sorry if you touch my heart and find the scar tissue;
there used to be a thorn there
i’m sorry if the prick is like a diabetics reading; there used to be a thorn there.”
- words for us
