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PORTRAIT OF MY BODY AS A CRIME I'M STILL COMMITTING

POEMS FOR THE SOUND OF THE SKY BEFORE THUNDER

PORTRAIT OF MY BODY AS A CRIME I'M STILL COMMITTING

POEMS FOR THE SOUND OF THE SKY BEFORE THUNDER

PORTRAIT OF MY BODY AS A CRIME I'M STILL COMMITTING

POEMS FOR THE SOUND OF THE SKY BEFORE THUNDER

in 2023, i lost three close friends to suicide over a six-month period during which i too grew acutely suicidal. in this fog of grief, i packed my life into cardboard boxes & impulsively moved across the world with a single suitcase to a city i f

in the city of dreams lies the city’s ghost

july 11th, 2025 marked ten years since i founded a publishing house in my childhood bedroom at 15 years old. i built this space out of longing for a song i couldn’t find elsewhere. i had no idea what i was doing, i just knew what i needed. &amp

☀️ summer of sun-crushes ☀️ summer of kismet ☀️ summer of hedonism ☀️ summer of wildest dreams ☀️ summer of everything is romantic ☀️ summer of saying exactly what we mean ☀️ summer of tender ruins & open mouths ☀️ summer of laying on kitchen til

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“how meticulous she is for love / and reckless for everything that is not love”