writing isn’t hard it’s just emotionally devastating and time-consuming and requires full body possession by an idea
update on juniper
2:04 am. up feeling rotted and possessed by the will of others. some desire is clawing its way out from my navel. feel like i need to liberate myself from something but i might be my own cell and warden. got work tomorrow at 9 am. waking up at 7 am to do my hair and makeup nice.
best,
juniper
this jayvik art made by a riot artist is fucking insane btw. phasing through jayce's body? holding his hand at the same time??? SHEESH. tag ur smut dude
the finger in the mouth <<<333
has anyone noticed that to clean smth u often have to get smth else dirty
massively fucked up
like where does it end
When a Character Is Grieving Someone They Never Got to Say Goodbye To
✧ They talk about the person in past tense… then correct themselves. Then stop talking entirely.
✧ They touch things that belonged to the person like they’re fragile, sacred, about to disappear.
✧ They hoard the last voicemail, last message, last anything. Play it. Don’t play it. Just knowing it exists hurts enough.
✧ They leave something untouched, an empty seat, a half-packed bag, a coffee order that isn’t theirs.
✧ They get irrationally angry when someone else seems to be “moving on.” As if forgetting is betrayal.
✧ They don’t let themselves cry all at once. It comes in pieces. Like they’re afraid too much grief will drown them.
✧ They over-apologize. For being quiet. For being distant. For not being okay.
✧ They become hyper-aware of time, dates, anniversaries, time zones, the exact moment everything ended.
✧ They get superstitious. Ritualistic. As if doing things "right" might reverse something.
✧ They smile when they talk about the person. But it’s brittle. And it never quite touches their eyes.
What do you believe in now?
self preservation through love
chupacapra
Chupacabra as well