maddy @jdrnmdln

T.W. There's blood grazing on my knuckles; a bulldozer sinking onto skin, fragility ruined by great strength and hatred towards the reflection I see in the mirror. I never thought bruises looked so beautiful on frozen hectares of dead flowers, forced to hold drowning memories.

T.W. Vent I want to ( s l ! t ) my skin so bad. I want to see myself bathing in my own blood, sucking out the anger and pain pent up for weeks, months, and years. But I know, even if my body was a lying corpse right now, I would still feel everything in my soul.

"Still, His existence does not invalidate the reliability of science, astrology, or any other beliefs that different people have. There's a reason why our answers do not reach a good level of certainty about the wonders of life and everything that surrounds us." - me, reflecting.

You are art, exclusively carved by the graceful hands of aphrodite, and I, nothing more than a servant from the underworld adores how your existence makes the cosmos appear brighter like a dream too good to be true in this painful reality.

People will not always have the courage to face what they have to go through, because fear stands inevitable, and those who are brave enough to walk barefoot in flames are those only who are guided by love; not pride, nothing else.

I will never learn how to truly love myself because all my life I have been compared to all desirable things and traits they find fascinating. I am nothing but a reminder of the things they loved dearly.

🤍; Serenading myself with cursed songs that reminded me of how wicked life could be. There was not a single sound to be heard but the constant screaming inside my head. Although chaotic, the voices were heard. And they were beautiful.