Scribe your soul out

oh and the other song was i think valerie which i heard her perform.

just saw a reel about 500 days of summer. reminded me of the song.

“to die by your side well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine.” i heard this song the first night my brother took me out because i said i missed him and he only came because his friend was performing it. it was my first time being out almost the whole night. i remember it so clearly still. i was 16 but that night felt like crossing into another world. my brother’s world. i kinda love the song.

i hate hate wearing glasses.

can you help out. please

‌ ‌‌‌Need help the thing is someone made a fake account of my cousin on insta and it banned the real one too (This started in aug 25 she got threats too) meta reports are not working at all we did everything copyright, impersonation and even defamation but nothing worked she filed a complaint on cybercrime basically a FIR both online and offline but they closed the FIR and told me that they can't do anything in such cases however that account got banned twice but it still came back now they're giving rape deepfakes and acid attack threats like she's jus 18 also they know her location and everything smh Do you know anybody who can takedown that account

i wish we knew more about Mickey. But yk him and don't, it's a glimpse of him a puzzle you would just put together yourself.

i wish you green.

I don't have the patience to watch the movies you recommended 40 times but I have the courage to watch 2 hours of natgeo. #Ruhamamath

if there were no pain, no reflex to heal, maybe i would let you consume me. maybe i would choose the infection over the burn. if disappearance came quietly, without alarms, without the body demanding repair, i wouldn’t resist it. i would let it hollow me out slowly, cell by cell, until there was less and less of me left to lose. not an ending anyone could point to. just an absence. if i didn’t have to feel myself regenerating, didn’t have to pay the cost of surviving, i would let myself disappear into you and call it mercy. i would.

leprosy, eat my heart please. there’s an assumption that leprosy devours fingers, tongues,skin like a disease that actively consumes the body. that isn’t exactly true. leprosy takes pain first. it damages the nerves, silences the receptors, cuts the wire between harm and knowing. your brain stops receiving warnings. and when there is no pain, there is no inflammation. when there is no inflammation there is no healing. nothing rushes in to defend the tissue. nothing repairs what’s been harmed. so you touch fire and don’t pull away. you grip a hot handle, tear skin, rupture cells, bleed and feel nothing. the nerves that should scream are already gone. the bacteria doesn’t have to fight resistance. it waits. it spreads slowly, patiently, cell after cell, until a finger is simply no longer there. not torn off. not dramatically destroyed. just absent. no pain. no repair. no recovery. disappearance without protest. you find yourself wanting that for your heart. you want the moment it touches something burning to be the moment it gets infected. you want the infection to hollow it out quietly to eat it from the inside until it disappears numb with no pain in sight. sometimes you sit back and think this is the only solution you can see now. if you could hold without feeling the pain, without the reflex to heal, would you still reach out and let your heart be eaten whole? you would. you know you would. you reach even when you know the heat will blister. you reach even when you know the damage will spread, burrow deeper, make itself at home. it would still be a ticking bomb but at least it wouldn’t regenerate. regeneration costs pain. healing demands suffering. a numb heart doesn’t pay that price,right? numbness is what you want,right? why wouldn’t you choose that? pleasure comes braided with pain. something has to be felt for satisfaction to exist. pain is what tells you when to stop but you don’t want to stop. you want the leprosy of it the slow selfdistraction,the quiet ending you don’t have to witness. a heart that doesn’t feel doesn’t know it’s being destroyed. nothing feels urgent. nothing hurts. by the time absence is noticed, there’s nothing left to save. pleasure is supposed to come with pain. pain is supposed to mark the limit. so the heart doesn’t stop because it chooses to. it stops because there is nothing left to stop with. by the time that absence becomes visible, it doesn’t matter anymore. what if you stopped healing? scratch that what if you stopped feeling? if affection were an infection, if it only had to happen once, you’d still let it consume you. you would. you always do. a slow self destruct you are.

old writing?

Waking up with meh energy usually means it’ll be a good mood blen. Waking up withgood energy almost guarantees a meh blen My battery doesn’t start full it need to charge through out the day Or or i am greedy i use everything when i have it. always.

backhanded compliments i hate you look young you glowed up amarebesh

basically an old women.

slow, and tired 24/7.

glucose? please.