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✨️ Lover of Cats, Coffee, and Books 🐈‍⬛☕️📚
✨️ Amateur Writer, Taphophile, and Photographer ✒️🪦📸
✨️ Professional Researcher and Pediatric Nurse🔍👶🏼🩺

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𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘩 ...

🧱😶‍🌫️🧱

You tried to disguise
your lies
but the words
you refused to speak
were written in your eyes

The devil has brown eyes,
hint of green in the bottom half
And I'll write
what you wouldn't let me speak

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 ...

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*Written about lies, unwillingness to be transparent, and the hurt those bring. And also about walls one person builds to keep everyone out, including you. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 ...

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It's better just to hold my tongue.
Now the words add up
to all the damage done.
I could never speak of anything.
Keep the silence strong,
just enough to hold on.
But all the blows I take'll
just stack up.
You built a dam in the storm,
then you wait for the flood ...
#CallItLove
@thebandfriday

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Words and photo are mine.
Yeah, I 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 absofuckinglutely
use photos I have of you in posts about you when you act like a spineless dirty rat.
Don't fucking play with me.

#liar
#silence
#healing
#SpilledInk

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16 days ago

Hey. Your mask slipped ...

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Only the fake ones wear masks.
Don't be like them.
You are SO much better than that.
~

I was ashamed of myself when I realized life was a costume party and I attended with my real face.
–Franz Kafka

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#Kafka #quotes #dobetter #dontbeadick #wordsoveractions #reminder #torturedpoet #writer #Chopin

. taken in Seven Sisters Cliffs by @menm_91

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a year ago

[ A ballad you fabricate ]

🩹⛓️🪽

You covered all your wounds
with mounds of flesh-colored bandages.
You thought if you couldn't see them,
then they didn't exist.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴

You wouldn't let me see them, either.
You wouldn't let me remove
the stained and saturated and stagnant rags.

You wanted fixes and salves and tinctures,
but you wouldn't allow me an assessment.
And when I understandably couldn't provide
the correct remedy,
you got angry at the wrong person.

And somehow,
your negligence and unwillingness
to seek treatment
and tend to your own wounds
was my fault.

And somehow,
I ended up gangrenous instead.

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And I can tell you won't
Remember my cracking bones
Will you levitate?
Up where my love doesn't matter
A ballad we fabricate
As you forget your words again, no
And is that all you need?
To merely pretend to be
Falling in love with me
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🆗️🪚☣️

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This is my Contribution to the Sleeptober prompt, 'TAPE.'
This is a hard song for me to listen to. Extremely so. Sometimes (most times) Sleep Token's lyrics feel like they're written about a specific event in my life, ripped straight from my tear-stained and ink smudged journals. And it hurts too much to hear them. This one is on the "Self-flaggelation" Playlist for when I want to kick my own ass 😣

Words are mine (as always).
Photos are also mine. YEP! I wrapped my own leg for the art 😉 It was such a beautiful dressing, too! And then I did a ghost print word on tape to put on my hand.

"Sleeptober is an art event inspired by Inktober, except all the prompts are drawn from the music and worldbuilding of Sleep Token, and in turn meant to inspire Sleep Token fanworks!" Hosted by @becomeofus

#sleeptober
#sleeptober2026
#SleepToken
#TheGreatPretender
#TorturedPoet

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. taken in Operating Room by @menm_91

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11 hours ago

[ See you when the wrath comes ]

🪡🧵🔪

The needle and thread
you used
to mend my broken heart
quickly and quietly
turned into a scalpel

It's hard to scream
with your mouth
sewn shut

𝘞𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘦,
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥,
𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦?

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Let's load the gụn
Make her eat the tape
in the bathroom mirror
See if she can guess what
A hollow point does
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...

🫀🩸🥀

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This is my Contribution to the Sleeptober prompt, 'THREAD.'
This is, to me, 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐫 the darkest song Sleep Token has. By a long shot. I don't listen to it because of the deeply visceral reaction I have to the words. It's a shame there's no (official) instrumental, because that breakdown is 🤌🏻🤌🏻🔥🔥🤘🏻

Words are mine.
Photos also mine.

"Sleeptober is an art event inspired by Inktober, except all the prompts are drawn from the music and worldbuilding of Sleep Token, and in turn meant to inspire Sleep Token fanworks!" Hosted by @becomeofus

#sleeptober
#sleeptober2026
#SleepToken
#SilentScreams
#TorturedPoet

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a day ago

[ I am the final dawn ]

📂📃📚

There are floor-to-ceiling shelves
Wall-to-wall filing cabinets
Tables and desks of every shape and size
Each surface is covered in piles
In various levels of organization and disarray

I meander slowly through the rows of shelves
Fingertips reverently running along the spines of albums and miscellanies
Sometimes I pause to take down a huge dusty tome
Sit on the floor and page through lazily

A long forgotten label on a file drawer catches my eye
I pause
𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵
I do it anyway
I open it cautiously
Sure joke snakes will POP out at me

But there they are filed
Right where they're supposed to be
Exactly where I left them
Cracked, brittle, yellowed paper
Ink not archival, as barely readable
I see the first page
And slam the cover closed
Throw it back in its coffin
Slam it shut
Lock the drawer
And pitch the key into the darkness
With the rage of a thousand
Mes

There are some things
You should misfile
So you can never find them
Again

𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

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No matter what is real
It seems that even in Arcadia
you walk beside me still ...

...

🌅🩸⚔️

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This is my Contribution to the Sleeptober prompt, 'PATHWAY.'
Words are mine, always.
Background photo is "The Long Room," Trinity College Dublin, circa 1885.
Last photo is mine.

"Sleeptober is an art event inspired by Inktober, except all the prompts are drawn from the music and worldbuilding of Sleep Token, and in turn meant to inspire Sleep Token fanworks!" Hosted by @becomeofus

#sleeptober
#sleeptober2026
#SleepToken
#MemoryPalace
#writer

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. taken in Arcadia by @menm_91

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2 days ago

[ Don't lie to me ]

🙇🏼‍♀️🪑🥀

You placed me in the gap,
and there I sat
Patiently waiting for you
to come back

I sat there,
waiting for you
Your promises cupped tenderly
in both my hands,
hope clutched tightly to my chest
You said you'd be back
And I believed you

𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥
𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥

The days turned to months,
then to a year
Calendar pages turned,
then a new one hung
The gap got wider,
and there I sat
Still patiently waiting
for you to come back

Little did I know
you never would,
for there I sat
and sat
and sat
(and sit)

Here I sit
waiting for you
Your promises cupped tenderly
in both my hands,
hope (still) clutched
tightly to my chest

I died here,
waiting for you
You said you'd be back

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶

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You try to look away from
(𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆)
even when the bough breaks
(𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆)
You don't really love,
(𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆)
you just hate to be alone
(𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆)

...

🌚💨 🕳

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This is my Contribution to the Sleeptober prompt, 'BOUGH.'
OOOOOOF this song was hard to write to, emotionally and mentally 😮‍💨 One of my favorites, and severely underappreciated.
Words are mine.
Photo is mine, from one of my many travels.

"Sleeptober is an art event inspired by Inktober, except all the prompts are drawn from the music and worldbuilding of Sleep Token, and in turn meant to inspire Sleep Token fanworks!" Hosted by @becomeofus

#sleeptober
#sleeptober2026
#SleepToken
#Liar
#TorturedPoet

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. taken in The Gap by @menm_91

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3 days ago

[ This isn't over 'til I say it's over ]

😶‍🌫️🌒🗡

You were a load-bearing wall
with a blade behind your back

You lurked in the shadows
while letting me think the room was empty
Occam's razor or Chekov's gụn
Sunken ships and burnt bridges

All your
well-phrased
well-placed
well-faced
lies
All your
hypothetical futures
mismatched structures
misplaced sutures

You did not exist in a vacuum
There were 2 of us here

Learn to read your enemies
or they'll kịll you where you stand
Won the battle but lost the wär
The only way to win the game
is to not play

ASHES, ASHES, WE ALL FALL DOWN

Somehow I was the one
who paid for your excuses

I didn't know I was playing
"Two Lies and a Half-Truth"

I don't like this game

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You'll find me with half a mind to get violent
Putting down the roses, picking up the sword
You know I live by the feather and die by the sword
...

🪶⚔️🌕

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This is my Contribution to the Sleeptober prompt, 'WINDWARD.'
Words are mine (always).

"Sleeptober is an art event inspired by Inktober, except all the prompts are drawn from the music and worldbuilding of Sleep Token, and in turn meant to inspire Sleep Token fanworks!" Hosted by @becomeofus

#sleeptober
#sleeptober2026
#SleepToken
#FriendsToLoversToEnemies
#Writer

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. taken in Arcadia by @menm_91

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4 days ago

𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 ...

🍂☕️🍁

Crisp autumn nights
in front of a crackling bonfire
𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰
I hate pumpkin spice
but I would drink it for you
𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯
just so you could taste it on my lips
As the fire dies down
𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦
with your hungry
wild huckleberry stained palms
𝘈𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
lay me down
as the Harvest Moon watches
𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦
under the stars
as we hold each other tightly
𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦
you'll never
let me go

🌌🌕🔥

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Autumn is for the lovers, the hopeless romantics, the whimsical ones. Those who desperately need rest, and permission to slow; whose heart is more gold than red. The ones who music touches too deeply, the weird and wildly beautiful old souls, the yearning ones.

Sometimes there is poetry between the lines ...
Photos are mine.
Words always are.

I am giving you permission to rest.
Happy Autumnal Equinox 💛🧡❤️🤎

What's your favorite Fall activity?

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#wordsmith
#stargazing
#selenophile
#autumn
#love

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13 days ago

𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒐 ...

🌬🌫🪽

That summer day, we stood under the partial overhang, hidden at the side of the house. The rain fell softly around us. With your hands on my hips, you pulled me into your strong arms and against your muscled chest. I could see my green eyes reflected in your blue ones. You gently rubbed the tip of my nose with your own.

That summer day had smelt of your cologne, a cherry Jolly Rancher, rain, petrichor. And I would forever associate those with comfort and love.

That summer day, your hands tenderly cupped my face. You ran a calloused thumb back and forth along my cheekbone. My eyes fluttered closed as I caught a faint whiff of the metallic tang of guitar strings. When I opened them again, your intense bright blues were focused on mine, ricocheting between them. Your tongue darted out to lightly lick the plumpest lips I had ever seen, the softest I'd ever touched. You gave a shy but genuine smile. Rare.

My god, you were so beautiful when you smiled.

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𝘛𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰

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#love
#RememberWhen
#SearedMemories
#TorturedPoet
#nature

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a month ago

Icarus died ...

🪽🌌💔

It's too bad we met
before you were truly ready
to hold me

🍂☕️🌮

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Photo is mine.
Words always are.
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I need a taco 😩😮‍💨

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#poetry
#SpilledInk
#TorturedPoet
#MaybeNextTime
#MonkeyMonkeyUnderpants

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. taken in Under The Stars by @menm_91

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2 months ago

Life lately ...

What a year the last 5 months have been. But I still stay ...

Thanks for being here, if you still are 💙

#photography #nature #TheArtOfNoticing #ThroughMyLens #life

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This damn song 🙃

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2 months ago

And for once ...

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I watch out the window, hot coffee in hand.
I study the snow falling in fat flakes,
dancing a slow descent from the sky.
They shiver one last time before settling on the old tin roof.
The fireplace crackles behind me.
The record spins as I slightly sway.
The candle flickers on the counter,
the throw so strong I can smell it from here.
I take a scalding sip as I gaze at the trees.
Quiet, and peaceful.
Sleeping for now, covered in their snow blankets.

And for once,
I don't pull out my phone to snap a photo to send to you.
I don't wonder if you, too, are watching the snow.

For once,
I don't wonder what piece you're working on right now.
If Sundays are still busy for you.
If you still only drink tea.

For once,
I don't wonder if you still think of me.

I used to drink coffee for two.

And for once,

I now drink my coffee for me.

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Words and photos are mine.

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I know what you liked
But don't know what you like

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#foronce
#formenotyou
#imok
#healing
#movedon

#torturedpoet #writer #spilledink #prose #healingwords #purging #hopeisback #reminder #snow #coffee #sundays

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