diddlyhohum

I decided to take everything down from this website. It's time to move on and grow as a writer. If there's any reason you'd like to stay in contact, message me privately. This was a sacred space when I was younger and I'll always appreciate it.

i just wrote a poem and hit submit and it fucking disappeared fuck this website it was the realest thing i've felt in months and i can't recreate it

Just got my fifth DD. Much thanks to JustACapharnaum (https://www.deviantart.com/justacapharnaum) and brennennn (https://www.deviantart.com/brennennn) . It's strange to read this poem and remember how intensely I felt about it at the time. It's weird to fall in love with a best friend. Even after you get over it, the bond is stronger somehow.. different, knowing, deeper. Anyway thanks y'all for reading

"I blessed myself inside your arms one day Swear to God there I was when the dress And the Silver buttons fade away Miss Mary Mattress, geriatrics Fuck me into open caskets, I wanna die with this I wanna stop seeing my psychiatrist She said "pill pop, baby girl cause I promise you, you tweaked The empty bottled loneliness, this happiness you seek" The masochism that you preach Practice back flips, tragic actress On a movie with no screen When the only time he loves me is naked in my dreams" -Noname Gypsy in "Lost" with Chance the Rapper

I guess my sickness starts with itself. I need fever! fire! fragrance! I have so many desires but so little patience. I do not find what I am seeking and I do not- wait. Desire and action are two different things intent and fruition are two different things. not seeking I am-- but simply hoping. I am rotting slowly. I want to die all the time. All the time, I am hoping.