lunasier

[lunasier]

fun fact after I posted this I had a literal psychopathic serial killer come into the store and traumatize me and my coworker!

vent post

FUCK I have been so busy at work today. my manager called at like 8:45 this morning and asked if I could come in early because she wasn't feeling well so i did but i have been so slammed since i got here. i just got to go out and smoke and now im about to eat my first meal of the day

[lunasier]

vent post

FUCK I have been so busy at work today. my manager called at like 8:45 this morning and asked if I could come in early because she wasn't feeling well so i did but i have been so slammed since i got here. i just got to go out and smoke and now im about to eat my first meal of the day

[lunasier]

a storm raged beneath her veins, in every cell and fiber of her being. she wasn't made for this world. a world so afraid of unrest. a world so afraid of getting rained on. no one dared to brave the capricious storms that set her mind alight with a lightning so white hot it seared through every neuron and wrinkle in her brain until her hair stood up on her head and dark clouds loomed behind her eyes.

but it was scary to be as violent and unrelenting as an angry sea in the eye of a hurricane. the way the lightning would wind its way through her veins and make everything she touched flee, either in disgust or fear or pain, she was never sure, because they never stayed long enough to explain.

no one could withstand the voltaic caress of her fingers that only longed for someone to absorb that magnetic current and dull the crackle that scorched her from the inside out.

no one wanted to dance in her storm, as she was a girl of thunder and lightning and tempestuous skies, and everyone was too gods-damned scared to get their feet wet.

[lunasier]

first date with myself

an original poem by me

i ask her what her favorite color is

she says purple because it’s her ex’s favorite

i ask her what her favorite song is

she says it’s a song her best friend showed her

i ask her what her favorite perfume is

she says it’s one that a lover preferred

she tells me that she collects traits and interests

like they’re rare

like they’re hers

but they’re theirs

so i ask her again

“what’s your favorite color?”

“what’s your favorite song?”

“what’s your favorite perfume?”

she gives me a confused stare

and shakes her head, tugging at a lock of hair

“i’m not sure, because i have never been mine, i have always been theirs.”

so i back away from the mirror

and head towards the door

i flick the light off, and take a deep breath

so even in the dark, i can try to find myself

so i am finally mine

and i am no longer theirs

—

bpd poem about not having a sense of self. i wrote it almost two years ago, so be kind or ill eat your toes. slowly.

- lunamiszka

[lunasier]

[lunasier]

my voice is in my sword

[lunasier]

intro to my life

hi. im going to try to keep everything pretty anon, so names will not be revealed. everyone i talk about will be 18+, though. but i, myself, am 24 years old. i guess i need a name to refer to myself with, so im going to call myself lunamiszka, but you can call me luna. i sadly reside in the united states in a small ass town and work at an adult store. a lot of these posts will probably be revolved around work, as im constantly fucking working, and when im not working im stoned out of my mind reading or playing video games (btw, im always down to pokemon battle!). i have two cats, whiskers and peach. whiskers is about four and a half years old, and id say peach is roughly two and a half. i got whiskers as an emotional support animal after i got out of the mental hospital for PTSD. whiskers knows how to calm me down during panic attacks, and he has saved my life so many times. peach, on the other hand, is my crackheaded ass girl cat that ive had since she was a kitten. i got her and her litter mate, godzilla, when they were just babies, but my evil ex zak left something out that godzilla got ahold of and it poisoned her and she died in our arms at the vet just two months after we broke our engagement off over a whooooole ordeal that will be put into another post at some point aha. but i was finally able to get peach back from him after i moved in with my partner, who we can call calum. calum is a little bit older than me, and he's my absolute dream man. he's everything ive ever wanted. he's the type of man to get you flowers on the way home from his 10-hour shift and greet you with a kiss when he gets home. he gets me little surprises all the time, whether it be a dr. pepper or a cool rock he found outside that he wants me to have. he picks out the crystals i wear on my necklace almost every day. i never wanted kids until i got with this man, and now i can see myself having a family with him. he doesn't make me feel crazy for having borderline personality disorder (actually diagnosed btw, for multiple years before the tiktok trend of glorifying and romanticizing it) and he doesn't make me feel like a failure for having certain limitations due to my obsessive compulsive disorder and anxiety. he's just so.. dreamy. i was so lost before him, so dark, unstable... but he brought this sort of incandescence to my life that no one will ever be able to replicate. he's too good for me.

im gonna leave you guys with that. ive got a joint to smoke and a book to finish.

- lunamiszka