everything soft and blurred, inside of an old digicam.
This is so gorgeous. There’s this kind of eerie liminality to this piece, I love how you write about existence between self, body, home and home. Beautiful.
poetic, gorgeous and so so intimate. I absolutely love love love this piece
thank youuu
stunning as always, Rose
thank you xoxo
Ghostfully, I exist.
Ghostfully, I inhabit a space only my mind knows.
I had grown so small inside myself
that an urgent need rose —
to come back home.
Oh God. Oh God, I said.
I need to come back home and hug somebody — anybody.
I am fucking tired of hugging myself.
I want to hug someone else.
Someone more human
than this body,
than this small life.
Mother…
where are you.
hi writwr, how old ru? it's very surreal , luv it, us
love the emotional truma dump ahh writing stylem,, us
This is so gorgeous. There’s this kind of eerie liminality to this piece, I love how you write about existence between self, body, home and home. Beautiful.
poetic, gorgeous and so so intimate. I absolutely love love love this piece
thank youuu
stunning as always, Rose
thank you xoxo
Ghostfully, I exist.
Ghostfully, I inhabit a space only my mind knows.
I had grown so small inside myself
that an urgent need rose —
to come back home.
Oh God. Oh God, I said.
I need to come back home and hug somebody — anybody.
I am fucking tired of hugging myself.
I want to hug someone else.
Someone more human
than this body,
than this small life.
Mother…
where are you.
hi writwr, how old ru? it's very surreal , luv it, us
love the emotional truma dump ahh writing stylem,, us