Ambrosia Dawn

Whichever Gods I pissed off: fuck you, actually, I don't deserve this

It's the y and the a of the brand name making it look like the upper lip is quivering

If I scream melodically enough then perhaps my wounds will remain unmolested

Sapphic elves are screaming heartbreak in my head. I think I have to write lest I begin screaming too

Well put. Conditional acceptance will eventually exclude even the formerly accepted

I walk to the threshold and my steps crackle
I look down at the shards
Ah, yes, how could I forget
My broken heart

If you can't care for all people then what makes me think you'll always care for me as I grow and change?

I'm slowly transforming the shattered pieces of my heart into art. It will be messy but hopefully the mosaic will please at least me ❤️‍🔥

Sometimes I miss the people I imagined over the reality of who they were. A loving mother. A caring husband. Supportive siblings. But all of those qualities I projected into them are from inside of me. I have all that love. I can cross the veil back to reality from my other world

There has to be bedrock, somewhere underneath all this sludge, it has to be down there. Shovelling buckets of pus, blood of orphans, broken bodies of babies, & the tears of every grieving soul. Even if all that remains of humanity is a marble in the centre of the Earth? I'll dig

That shadow is not my dark thoughts of you. My thoughts of you are only light, belovéd, but you turn your back on luminance to contemplate your own shadow. Look to me again when you are ready to release that illusion of judgement for I have only loving patience to give ❤️‍🩹

My heart twirls and saturates in the sunlight of my days. When the sun begins to set then the heartache lights like the fiery skies. Mercifully, this pain was given in the summer months where the light lingers much longer. What I will do when winter comes I have not a clue 🖤

My arm lying in the grass, clovers, and little daisies with black writing which reads: "I would undo myself if I could. Unravel the fibres of my being like a jumper to abandon what makes me up & let whoever found my parts wonder what I once was"

Have some vent art 🖤

Some of those shadows I mistook for yours...were actually cast by me. I couldn't see that until I stepped back and they followed along with me

At times, I truly understand why people implode their lives

Perhaps a parallel universe is using our pain for their utopia somehow. I like to pretend it has a purpose sometimes - just for variety

I'm tired of being haunted by the living

I don't need you, no of course not, I'd never do something so foolish as that. But, I think, I might enjoy you. It would be nice

I lend a hand, why not? I care and it's just a hand. Then it slowly becomes an arm below the elbow, then a foot, next a leg. I throw myself down that hollow tree trunk in the slow decent to wonderland then pick all the emotional shrapnel from their soul. No more shrinking myself

Make the pain pretty to distract them from risking a moment's empathy 🖤

My interest slowly built over the course of that excerpt. I watched the x-files as it aired and Kim Wexler was the most interesting character in that entire show for me so this sounds incredible

I don't think journalists should doxx people

Billy Shakes

Read smudged lips, slightly partied to show a sliver of white void, on a black background with white text on the left that reads "can this just be enough?"

❔

Breaking the fourth wall is the ultimate level of dissociating. It's an out of body experience that abandons immersion in the world of the story for character & audience. It's an abandoning of oneself to explain & justify our own existence. It's a begging for relief. Tragicomedy

Someone said we must turn off our empathy for our abusers. I don't think so. I think we need to refocus our empathy on ourselves and their other targets. We need to dream bigger while being willing to build that world together. It's much more fulfilling than just wishing them ill

See? It's not all unlucky

I only come in freak flavour so congratulations to those with a taste for me

I feel this so deeply. I want to express the very special sort of perspective that happens when someone becomes one's world. Falling in and out of love is so jarring. I hope there always remains a place in this world for messy stories of humanity ❤️‍🔥

This gives me hope ❤️‍🔥