#but I don't have the time or energy to try again lol

[blackmoonoracle]

BLACKMOONORACLE PRESENTS ...

PICK A CARD • OCTOBER PREDICTIONS

P I L E O N E

Soooo, you’ve definitely got a pretty decent release coming in during the month of october. I specifically heard the releasing of a karmic contract, so, I truly love that for you. You could be making a decision about a connection, it definitely feels like a past energy though. Some sort of cycle you’ve experienced with a particular soul over and over again. You put a stop to this though, I feel like you called it like it was. I’m channeling Vultures by Earl Sweatshirt and the beginning of the song literally goes. “I’ve been on the run, that’s why I go harder than you go. Plus I call em how I see em, maybe that’s why I’m all alone.” Season of the Witch is currently playing and it’s the part that goes “you’ve got to pick up every stitch” it feels like an energy of uprooting. I do feel like this pile has a tendency to hold onto people that don’t serve them in any way shape or form. Channeling Serve the Servants by Nirvana, in specific this part stands out:

“I just want you to know that I don't hate you anymore There is nothing I could say that I haven't thought before”

There feels like a specific intention in this pile to remove themselves from relationships that are dragging them down.

Something may be occurring that is causing you to let go of this connection, like something is going to make you realize you’re wasting your time. It’s not like usual either, it’s like this undismissable feeling of disgust and realization.

The mask is being ripped off, and in a very ugly way LOL.

I feel like whatever information you’re going to learn from this situation is actually going to help you develop better self esteem and turn a new leaf. It feels like a sigh of relief, this person possibly made you feel like you weren’t good enough, or were a bad person. I heard “I’m always the problem” and you’re going to realize that you aren’t and never were the problem.

I literally heard “reactive abuse”.

If you’d like to book a personal reading you can always dm me on here or instagram.

P I L E T W O

You guys are making social waves the month of october by setting harsh boundaries and restrictions in place with others. I heard “Look but don’t touch” I feel like there may be some kind of drama going on in october. I did hear workplace, so for some of you this could be career/reputation/workplace related drama and bs bubbling over. I see you taking things into your own hands and very critically thinking about the situation so you can make a solid decision that is balanced and fair. I also heard “in your favor” I feel like whoever this person you have issues with is doesn’t have a very good reputation. It’s almost like this person speaking so negatively of you constantly is really aggravating other people. Especially because you don’t really talk about them at all. You’ve pretty much moved on from whatever this is.

I heard “bitter ex friend” and I also heard “bite the bullet” and I heard something about a poison apple? Someone could have tried to use an apple in some sort of hex or spellwork towards you. It could be also that someone has poisonous intentions of trying to gain access to you and that you are putting that shit to a stop.

I heard scorpio, so this person could be a scorpio. I see you essentially making a judgment on this person socially which is going to cause other people to really see them in a different light. You could also be bringing context or clarity to some kind of situation, you hold missing information or you are a missing link in some way. I also heard complexity, so this situation could be very complex.

This new judgment will teach you to be more selfish with your time and resources so that you can create a genuine balance in your life.

Too much gratitude I heard, which is lowkey crazy? I think that what that means is that essentially sometimes you put shit on a pedestal. There’s a self worth wound being worked out in this situation tbh.

If you’d like to book a personal reading you can always dm me on here or instagram.

P I L E T H R E E

I see a new financial opportunity becoming available in the month of october for you, something unexpected. It could be in something with creation of some kind, doing and creating content possibly even? I see you handling business matters and phone calls of some kind? I heard admin, so some sort of administrative position? I also heard dream job, so for some of you this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity or for others this could be a really solid offer. I also heard high caliber, but I’m also hearing don’t work yourself to death. This group feels very capricorn type of energy, addicted to working, you love making money. I see where you’ve fought long and hard to get into whatever position is being given to you. I see where you’ve lost so much, in search of stability and I feel like you will need to face your shadow of lack and insecurity while in this job position or offer. It almost feels like some of you may try to eject yourself out of the situation because you’re scared or because it feels too good to be true? I feel like this is a good opportunity, but don’t get wrapped up in social liaison I heard. I feel like you have to learn to be comfortable with not fitting in or being like neck deep in a community. You’re meant to be a bit of an outlier at this current point in time because you are learning something new. You’ve already developed the social skills, this is about developing a deeper personal skillset that you can really utilize to drive you to your success.

I see this group really coming to terms with the past, and releasing either the fear of being seen for who you are. I’m also hearing “of being heard” a fear of being perceived for who you really are. You are healing your relationship to yourself, i heard “grotesque” you might be really mean to yourself a lot of the time. Like highkey you are very impatient and cruel to yourself at times and it lowkey sucks for you. I also heard don’t lose sight of what you have, this new opportunity is here for you to milk it for what it has to offer and then dip when things begin to culminate on a deeper scale for you. Some of you could really go through a deep spiritual awakening and learn what happiness truly means to you as a result of this.

If you’d like to book a personal reading you can always dm me on here or instagram

[kyokoyya]

for the better (geto suguru x gojo satoru x reader)

- gender neutral!reader, slight satosugu, shoko and yuta mention, angst, mentions of death, just angst lol, references from hidden inventory arc (jjk 0).

- platonic friendship between reader and all of them.

- 1.1k words

(randomly thought "oh i love angst!" and wrote this because jjk ended in the worst way possible)

- do like, reblog and comment 🫶🏻🫶🏻

"Are you the strongest because you're Gojo Satoru? Or are you Gojo Satoru because you're the strongest?"

You were standing right behind your best friend, Gojo Satoru. You're witnessing your other best friend, well, used to be best friend, just a few meters in front of you both.

The moment those words came out of Suguru's mouth, you adverted your eyes to Satoru. You were in disbelief at how the situation turned out like this. What is even happening in front of you?

"What are you talking about, Suguru? Stop shitting around!"

You could only yell at him from afar, knowing you won't be able to control yourself when you're close to him. You were witnessing how your friends are falling apart, barriers between them getting thicker.

Suguru can only look at you with his soulless eyes. He's emotionless. Or rather, he became numb. He is numb. He massacred a whole village and both of his parents. He explained that he just hated non-sorcerers. In his eyes, they are all just monkeys.

"And you, y/n, are you even worth being a sorcerer?" That made you flinched. "What the fuck are you talking about, Suguru?" Satoru yelled at him, trying to understand what he's trying to say. You could only look at him with disappointment.

"Knowing you are born without cursed energy, you are no different from those monkeys, right?"

And that was your last straw. The tears started to fill your eyes, blurring your view. Your disappointment turned into hatred. You suppose, never in your whole life have you thought of hating on Suguru. He's your best friend after all. You clenched your fist in anger. Before you could make your way towards Suguru, Satoru held your wrist tightly.

"Y/n, don't." Satoru looked at you, you could see his eyes were getting teary as well. You were gritting your teeth.

"Why are you stopping me, Satoru? Did you even hear what that fucker said about me?!" You yelled, pointing your finger to Suguru, who stands still, unbothered. You stared at him, tears falling from your eyes down your cheeks.

"He didn't mean it..."

"Fuck you mean he didn't mean it? He's serious about this shit, Satoru!" You yelled at him, slapping his hand away from your wrist.

You could only stare at Satoru, who had his stare on Suguru. You're witnessing your friend choosing someone who betrayed the both of you. Over yourself.

You could only laugh in disbelief. "Satoru, you're fucking with me." You could see his eyes pleading at you, trying to gain your empathy.

But you had enough; you can't handle more betrayals anymore. You look over at Suguru.

"I hope I'll never see your face again in this world."

You looked over at Satoru. "And I hope you know what you're doing, Satoru." And you walked away, leaving them both to settle whatever shit. It's not like you have the energy to care anymore.

Maybe, if maybe you could turn back time. Maybe you could stop the scene in front of you from happening.

"Y/n... long time no see.." There lies Suguru, sitting against a wall, holding his wound. You could only look down on him. He was losing so much blood, and you were certain he wouldn't last long.

You stare at him in silence. You could blame him for numbing your emotions, but you didn't. You can only look at him. You won't deny that you miss him so much. You miss when you, Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko were together.

"You look rough." Satoru's voice bloomed beside you as he looked at Suguru's state too. You know he's hiding his feelings right now; you know him too well.

Suguru let out a breathy laugh. "Do I? Your student is amazing. What's his name again... Okkotsu.. that brat.." He coughed out blood.

You can only stay silent throughout the conversation. You couldn't trust yourself, knowing if you were to talk, you would break down.

Suguru looks at you, smiling. "Y/n you are too silent for my liking."

"I don't have anything worth to tell you." I said, keeping my face straight. Satoru could only steal a glance at me before kneeling down near Suguru.

He says something to him, which made Suguru laugh a little.

"At least curse me in the end." You knew too well what happened between both of them. If only you could protect your friendship, all of you would be laughing together right now. Maybe speaking ill of the higher-ups.

"Y/n, do you have any last words for him?" Satoru asked you. You stared at Suguru for a moment. And you only stayed silent, shaking your head.

"Well, what about you, Suguru? Do you wish to tell y/n anything?"

Suguru looked at you and smiled. "I'm forever grateful to have you and everyone else in my life. But I also never regret what I did, heh." Suguru said as his eyes slowly got tired. He coughed more, as his breaths were getting shorter.

Then off he goes. Suguru took a final look at both of you before closing his eyes, forever. A smile on his face.

Geto Suguru died right there, right in front of you.

You can't hold it anymore as you let the tears fall. You sobbed as you stared at the lifeless body. Satoru only looks at you, hesitating whether he should comfort you or not. He did, putting his arms around you, patting you on the back.

"Stop acting tough, Satoru. Can't you just stop being the strongest, even just for a day?" I look at him. I can't even look into his eyes to know what he was feeling, due to the blindfold.

"Remember when Suguru asked me that question years ago?" That question.

"Are you the strongest because you're Gojo Satoru? Or are you Gojo Satoru because you're the strongest?"

"I don't understand why he asked you that. I never did." I stated as I looked at Suguru's body.

Satoru could only stay silent. "Neither did I. But I guess, the answer is open for interpretation." He said while playing with his blindfold.

You stayed silent, before calming yourself. Whatever Satoru was thinking at that time, you guessed it was all about the man in front of him. You let him be.

"I'm going. Please wrap up the scene and... settle with his body." You felt your heart shatter again, seeing Suguru. You walked away from the scene, with tears falling from your eyes and the chill of autumn.

You guess this is the end of everything. It's not like you could change anything. Everything happened. It happened.

You took a deep breath before grabbing a cigarette from your pocket and lit it, inhaling the cigarette before letting out the smoke.

When you're the strongest, you forget about the weakest. When you're the weakest, you earn to be the strongest. And the cycle continues.

In the end, no one won, and maybe it's for the better.

[elizard4227]

Inspired by the headcannon I sent to @dalekaiken, read DNA Collision if you haven't yet!

The background shows nucleosomes unraveling and I overlaid the Hachimoji ALIEN DNA code onto Shadow.

And to prove that I'm definitely more comfortable with traditional media than digital, I've included my practice sketches (I had a full digital version before this one I hated and then redid this one like 3 times and I'm still not at all comfortable with digital yet).

[manasurge]

bleh

[lee-lucius]

Advent Calender 1: Cold

Word Count: 489

Usually, Luck was a menace. Don't get him wrong, Magna loved his boyfriend, but he was an absolute menace almost all of the time.

Except for times like these, when the sky darkened far too early, accompanied by the first few wisps of snow, littered faintly across the ground. When his eyes would grow too weary, blinking over and over until a yawn finally escaped him. When there was a faint chill in the air nipping at his flushed skin, leaving him only wanting one thing. 

And he found it. With another yawn, Luck collapsed into his arms and snuggled close to Magna, who sputtered an initial protest before relaxing into the touch, unable to hide his smile at Luck's clingy behavior. He knew how rare this was, and he certainly knew more than anyone else what a menace Luck normally was, except for when he was tired, so it didn't matter that it was practically in the middle of the afternoon or that Magna was relaxing on the common room couch when he came over and unceremoniously plopped himself onto Magna's lap in front of everyone because he really had no shame.

Besides, it was rare to see him so relaxed and cozy, and Magna could never resist his puppy-dog eyes.

Luck dug his head into the crook of his neck, while Magna wrapped his arms around him tighter, rubbing soothing circles onto his hips and allowing his heat to seep into Luck. His boyfriend squirmed, swatting at his hand with a whine.

"Stop, it tickles."

Magna smirked. "Oh, really? That's too bad."

Luck shrieked as ruthless fingers were dug into his hips, sluggishly thrashing away from the ticklish sensations. "Nohohoho! Mahahagna stahahap!"

"Nah, maybe this will teach you a lesson for stealing my pudding earlier."

"Buhuhut ihihit wahahas fuhUHUNY! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!" He screamed, voice raising at least three octaves as Magna started kneading his hips, dipping his hands down to make direct contact with his cold skin that was becoming more and more feverish with each passing second. 

"You warmed up yet?"

Luck's head was thrown back in laughter, his cheeks more flushed than before and hair sticking up at odder angles than usual. Still, he remained in Magna's lap, curled up to him, any attempts at a response dying on the tip of his tongue only to be replaced by shrill whines.

It was a moment of weakness, admittedly. But his boyfriend was so tired and cute, and he could never resist his puppy-dog eyes.

He eased his attack, switching from kneading his hips to gently scribbling his fingers across Luck's stomach. Relieved, he immediately relaxed, sinking into the touch with sweet giggles.

Magna scoffed, "You wanted this the whole time, didn't you?"

Luck didn't respond, instead yawning between his laughter as he settled in for another joyful night with his partner, letting his heart fill with warmth and laughter until the cold was forgotten altogether.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Apparently I can meet my goal of roughly 400,000 words in 6 months if I just somehow write at least 2,200 words a day ghbjh... Almost 2,500 today... huzzah...

[halfbit]

fun guessing game you get to have with your family when you're mixed: was the shit they pulled racially motivated or not

[sysig]

Lost my mind thinking about the Vyer Estate (Patreon)

[dancedance-resolution]

i started a supercorp portrait of a lady on fire au like three years ago. i'm never going to finish it, but the writing style is pretty cool, so i want to share it. so um enjoy the prologue and a bit of chapter one?

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Prologue. Bonnelles, France. 1786.

“First, my contours,” Kara said, her voice soft and level. She looked out upon the dozen or so young women, their eyes darting back and forth from their papers to Kara herself. “The outline,” she continued. The increasingly swift sound of scratching charcoal prompted Kara to further instruct, “Not too fast. Take time to look at me.” She paused. “See how my arms are placed.”

At that moment, Kara saw the painting.

She swallowed and took in a breath; she schooled her expression before letting out the air with a pathetically soft “My hands.” Her students’ gaze followed her verbal direction, now observing as Kara’s fingers curled with remembrance. Their own hands now began to sketch the slope of hers—the slope that had once coaxed breathy moans from a lover, the slope that had once created that very painting in all of its hollow longing.

Kara felt her heart rate accelerating, and her attempts at calming deep breaths only made her shoulders shake unsteadily. “Who brought that painting out?” Her eyes darted around, landing on each possible offender, as she tensed her core and adopted a stern countenance.

Every student dutifully turned to look at the work.

It was an especially young girl who finally lifted her hand. “I brought it. From the stock room. Should I have not?”

Kara’s “no” felt like a brick, its weight threatening to pry tears from her reddening eyes. So Kara took another swallow, a handful of blinks, a few more steadying breaths.

“Did you paint it?” the girl asked innocently. Nia, her name was? She stared at Kara, oblivious to the flood of sound overwhelming Kara’s mind and echoing in the cavern of her heart.

“Yes,” Kara uttered softly, the word barely audible as they fell from her lips. “A long time ago.”

Nia’s head snapped back to examine the painting once more. It stood on an old but sturdy easel, tattooed and scarred but still standing. The artwork itself was brooding, with a white sun bleeding into a dark vignette. Heavy clumps of clouds occupied the sky and caged some of the sun’s rays, so the fire burning behind the woman was bright enough in comparison to create a dragging shadow of her figure. The flames crawled up the back of her windswept dress, bringing sharp tension to an otherwise lulling, melancholy landscape.

“What’s the title?”

The sound of the sea began to swell in Kara’s head. Her lips trembled. Her body unwittingly swayed slightly. “Portrait of a Lady on Fire.”

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Chapter I. The island of Brittany, France, and the surrounding sea. 1779.

Kara squinted into the distance, her face scrunching up a bit as she desperately tried to shield her eyes from the harsh glare of the sun on the water. For all its gorgeous teals and sparkling peaks, it certainly did make her wish for one of those brimmed hats the rowers were all wearing. With every one of their paced paddles, the cork-like little canoe bobbed haphazardly. Kara rather felt as if she were in the wine glass of a thoroughly drunken Marie Antoinette.

At least she wasn’t prone to seasickness.

She still felt quite unsteady, though, being thrown about and forced to pathetically grab onto the boat’s low walls. She leaned forward, trying to regain her balance and ground herself despite the absence of ground.

The wooden pallet holding her canvas was, apparently, as unstable as she was, and the next thing Kara knew, it had been lurched off of the boat like vomit from a drunkard. Kara watched helplessly as it thrashed among the choppy waves, the sea carrying it a few feet from the boat.

The chief rower met her desperate look with exhausted resignation; he ceased his paddling as Kara shed her overcoat and placed a precarious foot on the edge of the canoe.

With a strained creak from the boat’s wood, she jumped into the water, dress billowing behind her. Her first gasp for air upon emerging from the water was audible; she could feel the effort in her throat. Her arms moved in laborious little arcs as she slowly made her way towards the floating pallet and finally made a desperate reach for it. Kara’s fingers grasped onto a wooden board, and she pulled herself up onto it with a grunt.

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The incessant wind upon the sea was certainly not helping Kara. Dripping wet, she wrapped herself up in her overcoat in a pitiful plea for warmth. She held the edges of the garment up to her lips, the sensation of the dry fabric bringing her some comfort as she closed her eyes and left herself to the mercy of the mighty sea.

But the interminable rocking of the feeble boat wouldn’t allow her any rest.

Kara wasn’t very religious, not anymore. Yet, the sight of the cliffs and coast of Brittany moved her to relieved prayer.

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The sun had already begun to set as Kara trekked up the sandy coast. Her legs ached with every stumbling, unsure step—maybe she was a bit seasick after all—and her hands were tired of having to grip her full skirt to keep it out of her way.

She paused on the rocks, taking a moment to manually wring some of the water out of her skirt. She filled her lungs with an arduous breath before slinging the rope holding the pallet over her shoulder. Next came the fabric sling, which housed her trunk of personal items—she positioned it on her back with careful poise.

The journey up the cliffs and towards the trees was exhausting. Kara’s skirt required repositioning every few seconds, the rope was digging into her shoulder, and the pallet and trunk slammed into her back with each wobbling step. By the time she reached the straight path up to the residence, her breaths were heavy and pained, and the sun was nearly fully hidden beneath the horizon.

A soft light emanated from the windows above the mansion’s door, helping Kara feel a bit more secure as she knocked. A short blonde woman answered her summon and introduced herself with a flat “I’m Eve.” She opened the door a bit wider and gestured with her body for Kara to come in.

Eve held a small candle as she guided Kara up the stairs, the sounds of their shoes echoing through the grand yet starkly undecorated hallway. The walls of the stairwell were cement bricks, and the wrought iron bannister was rather plain and geometric.

They came to a stop in front of a similarly void room, bare save a few heavy curtains and a daybed. The raised panels along these walls matched the white-painted wood of the window frames, and they gave the chamber some elegant character.

While Eve entered the comparatively less intimidating room, Kara stayed back a moment, taking in the shafts of muted blue light from the windows and the contrasting warm glow of leaping flames from the central fireplace.

Eve crouched down to poke at the fire as Kara set down her belongings. “It was a reception room,” Eve explained. “Though I’ve never seen it used.”

The fire crackled pleasantly. “Have you been here long?” Kara inquired.

“Three years,” Eve answered, directing her attention back to the fire.

Kara peeled off her overcoat and draped it along the wainscoting. “Do you like it here?”

“Yes,” Eve said simply as she stood up. She turned to Kara, meeting her eyes now as her hands smoothed over her skirt. “I’ll let you get dry.” And with a nod, she was on her way.

Kara watched her every step.

Once the door closed, she hastily began removing her overskirt. It fell to the dark herringbone floor with an unglamorous thud.

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There was no method or grace to the way Kara wrapped her hand around the rusting crowbar, but with a few jerks, she’d managed to successfully pry the top off of the pallet.

After setting down the wood cover, Kara extended her hand, letting it fall clumsily onto the slick canvas in front of her. It was still wet, and her hand’s small circular movement caused moisture to pool at her fingertips, as if her touch had beckoned the water. So her hand withdrew, and Kara slid the canvas out from its container. Her eyes danced over the surface as she considered how to dry it, holding it in front of herself like the Communion host of an evening Mass.

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Kara decided to accompany her drying canvas, which was now positioned next to the fireplace. Stripped naked, she sat in front of the fire and pulled her legs towards herself—she was vulnerable, sitting there bare and in a new environment, and the action made her feel a bit more small, compact, and safe.

Kara set down her candle so she could light her tobacco pipe with the flames. Her large, smoky exhales grounded her, in a way, with the familiar sight and smell acting as a sort of sedative. And she stared forward, expression blank but unmistakably worn.

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Kara walked barefoot along the cement floor, making her way through the hall and to the pantry room wrapped in nothing but her robe-like smock.

[seaofimaginarysins]

Anyways, I think I might swerve away from Nikke stuff for a little bit, mostly 'cause my knowledge of it is still very limited, and I get the sense that just a wiki walk won't be enough to fix that-

[i-put-the-s4p-in-s4pphic]

here are the other LOSERS I'm considering to f/o😒 /lh /silly

I'd ship them both with kazumi bc she's my main girl and yk what? her milkshake does bring all the boys to the yard🥛 (I need to be sedated)

G.enya

I've always wanted to fuck him. there I said it😐 when I first got into the show and started selfshipping I was like "tee hee maybeee" but then I got stressed w life and the morals of proshipping and I already felt bad for f/oing z.enitsu bc I'd eventually outgrow him-🤦🏽‍♀️

It was a whole thing but fuck it, if z.enitsu can have n.ezuko (I don't really ship it lmao but you get my point) then kazumi can have g.enya. equality🤝⚖️

In canon, they bond a little over their unique ways of fighting demons and maybe do some target practice. They're not besties, but they're chill. G.enya would've been more likely to approach kazumi than early t.anjiro that's for sure (leave his tooth alone sir😭)

In my modern au they're closer. I think they struggle over maths together, kazumi joins the gun club (idk what it's called) and they fight sometimes for fun<3 boys will be boys or whatever💕

S.anemi

Again... I've always wanted to fuck him😔 but with him I was like "girl he already has all these fans and you're thirsting over nitsu shim and his BROTHER!? calm down🫵🏼

but now I'm like fuck it we ball🕺

In canon, I think s.anemi roughed kazumi up a little bit (along w o.banai but that's a WHOLE OTHER POST) at her meeting with kaguya. there's tension at first, but he grows a bit of a soft spot for her after learning about her village, her little sister (I also think he thought she was a boy at first so when he learned she was girl I think he would've felt a little bad since he canonically has a soft spot for kids, girls and old people I think?) they have a strained mentor and student relationship.

like anytime they see each other he's immediately making her run drills but also shitting on her to not push herself like?? mf pick a lane😭 but kazumi appreciates it and sometimes goes to him for advice or simple conversation which he refuses to admit how much he enjoys lol. (PUSSY)

In modern au, he's still a math teacher but he's also her friends older brother👀👀 you see where I'm going w this..

listen, this whole thing was inspired by a modern au tenzen fic I read today and I've been lowkey shipping it, but I also didn't want kazumi to be left out so I said "yk what? she can fuck a teacher too. equality💪" /silly

but uh yeah ah ha ha. that's all

*dies cutely*

[princekirijo]

Honestly would love to try writing again but I don't think I would post it anywhere.

[chrisbangz]

gonna try to do the things i've been tagged in recently soon 🫡

[heartsafekeeping]

after living with orthorexia it is so hard to have a healthy balance between eating well and being self-indulgent. i want to do what's best for my body, but when i do that, certain foods i enjoy become scary. every time i eat i've had to justify it to myself - even what looks like mindless snacking has taken some kind of bargaining with my own mind. it's a part of why i've never opened up to anybody besides therapists about my eating disorder, i just don't want people to be as sceptical about my eating habits as i am

[keeps-ache]

now annoying my brother by making up tunes and making him think they're real songs lmfshvjhs

[icewindandboringhorror]

Various images from the past year or so... posting my evil little photo diary collections once again..