Category: White Noise
The hum I live inside. Media is usually how I feel without fully feeling. Films, series, music, books… they blur into a constant noise I wrap myself in. This is where I write about what flickers through that static, what cuts through the fog and what stays.
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Still Mine
READ MORE: Still MineWritten while looping “Mine” by Alice Glass and wondering if pain can ever really become mine again, after someone else claimed it first. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ It’s easy to romanticize survival when you’re no longer bleeding. People want a clean…