juntoself

moon, the only thing that will always be right here for me no matter what season, what month, what year it what day.

one of the best things ever, kittens should be protected at all costs.

been there, done that and am currently getting my promotion. have been back on it for half a year now and surprisingly this time it's actually helping me, or so i think.

the only place where i feel like i can be myself without any sort of judgment. but also one of the most toxic and messy places. so many questions, so many ifs and no answers whatsoever. speaking of my mind and how it works around the topic of identity and sexuality. i am yet to meet the full version of who i am and my identity.

we often undervalue the power and the unknown facts about the anatomy of us.

just like dom sebasteão, i hope to disappear in a foggy day too.

shout out to my old emo self kiddo.

the spring of who i am will never understand the spring of who i want to become. and in its nature, the frame blooms again without a trace of self dignity and love. i too bloom whenever the spring comes.

it's beauty is great but whenever it hits, it breaks you apart only to force you to bloom again. the ring of saturn holds stories that no mundane corpse could even understand. a language that gets lost in translation through all the light years and miles. and i like it that way, complex yet easy to feel.

i am yet to make a pinky swear with someone that actually does keep their promise.

man garlic bread is the best.

something i could never live without. it's how i feel, how i express myself and how i see the world. the colours, the feelings, the moments all echo through the music i listen to. from morning to dawn, the echo os my favourite tunes are always present and if a speaker isn't playing it, then my head does it. no music, no life.

walking through the road of the choices i am yet to make knowing the outcome of each one.

throwback to when these were my entire personality...

i have always wanted a mini book, guess i gotta make one myself.

we all start with it and die with it. pure essence of the self.

my hopes for only friends season 3 on the 2027 line up went down with my tears for how bad this new line up is.

just want the old gens to come back.

anything moon related calms me down.

what are we without it's waves?

reminds me of passion fruit by jeff satur.