OPEN-BRAIN SURGERY

shoved a needle in my brain and now my head won't stop bleeding

𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 | 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢

"like back when we were young watching raindrops race through cold cold air. now we are older and demons race through our minds." there may be some triggers in here. be careful. purposefully lowercase.

morning txt

my darling, how are you? how have you been, lately?

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ✓

because sometimes words are like paint splatters; messy, chaotic and leaving their imprint on any canvas they come in contact with. but also full of life and colour, and just like a masterpiece, is capable of being interpreted in 7 billion different ways. #132 - 22/10

MY METAMORPHOSIS

a caterpillar encages itself after its mother left it to grow; silver silk in cotton lies; tulips blossom in solace meadows; the tiny creature rests on a leaf; waiting for wings to grow 《 © disorientedsun | 2022 》

Greener | A Collection of Poems

A collection of poems and pieces for when you are waiting for the world to be green again. TW: Mental Illness, Death, SA

THORNS╰┈➤ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

Emotions that go unexpressed and unnoticed, Those that lie deep within the folds of a beating heart, Spilt onto the cold floor as it changes shape, Taking the form of words, Words that speak a thousand emotions.