💔 stories stitched with lipstick, trauma, and tiny acts of rebellion
✨ writing broken boys - and the souls who love them anyway
💌 chronicling soft girls with sharp hearts - glitter as warpaint, emotions as spells


🌙 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬:
✦ 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 - girlhood, glitter, grief
✦ 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 - hearts in splinters, stitched with care
✦ 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 - soft chaos in a badge and a grin
✦ 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 - royalty rotting beneath the crown


🕯️ for soft hearts & loud feelings
🩰 love is war - and i write it like battle cries
💘 come bruised. come messy. you belong here