The Hanged Man

the hanged man

abi

so much to give, nowhere to put it down

too much love, too much energy

autobiographical space cadet on the astral, nowhere to go home to

perpetually alone- perennial wanderer 

wisteria flowers creeping over the pineal gland

logical never, reasonable always

whimsical to a fault

the magician, flame in hand

pentacle thrown into the waves, discarded

twinkling, chiming

jellyfish floating like lanterns in the subconscious 

all the power, none of the will

semper fidelis

loved but never understood

like diving into an ocean

you lose breath before you touch the seafloor

AI art and humanity

a lonely seventeen year old’s search history aug 8 2024

harvest moon dates- google search

what are signs you are ugly?

navigating romance with acne prone skin

unsent project- archive

homophobic parents lesbian 

did you raise yourself? top ten signs you did 

stars synonyms 

i miss my cafe

things to do in rome

colosseum tour dates

tumblr 

how to have cooler outfits

am i ugly?

how to be prettier

sappho poetry

Pinterest

clairo charm shirt

homoerotic friendship

what will happen next time you see them? - pick a card: timeless tarot reading

what time in nyc am or pm standard time

how to be better poet

poems- google docs

college.

i’m hungry now- empty and yearning for the experience i dreamt of. of ivy covered libraries and freedom and kissing girls and heated discussions somewhere far, far away. nothing matches the image, its just beyond my reach. i want to run to it and grab it in my hands but they are too small, too young, too poor. I own nothing, not even the hair on my head. he has made this that much clearer. my pockets are empty and i am starving. i want to sit in my twin-size bed and not hear my phone ring. i want silence, like when a seed rests deep in the dirt. i want to grow without being pushed back in. i want to find other people like me and make a family for myself. not the kind that he force feeds to me, but the kind where the only entry requirement is unconditional love. in that day dream unconditional love exists for people like me. sometimes when i sit at a table with him i feel like frankenstein’s monster, mish mash of ugly cadaver parts. but somewhere there are other monsters, making friends with each other and studying in libraries and hosting pride parades. i’m sick of the dungeon, i’m starving.