🧠 Post-Op: Nervous System Edition
I'm Not Angry I Wanted to Die — I'm Angry No On...
A furious love letter to ghosts, the ones still holding on — where anger becomes architecture, not apology.
I'm Not Angry I Wanted to Die — I'm Angry No On...
A furious love letter to ghosts, the ones still holding on — where anger becomes architecture, not apology.
I Called My Dad and Dumped My Entire Life on Him
A chaotic life update via phone call: gym gods, AI confusion, ghosting, and emotional math—served with passive-aggressive love.
I Called My Dad and Dumped My Entire Life on Him
A chaotic life update via phone call: gym gods, AI confusion, ghosting, and emotional math—served with passive-aggressive love.
Gay Boat Party Body Count Chaos: A Mathematical...
A neon boat party turns into a spreadsheet of entanglements. Accidental intimacy, aquatic slut math, and a high-efficiency audit of queer connection—calculated in real time.
Gay Boat Party Body Count Chaos: A Mathematical...
A neon boat party turns into a spreadsheet of entanglements. Accidental intimacy, aquatic slut math, and a high-efficiency audit of queer connection—calculated in real time.
By the Time I Could Love You, I Was Already Gone
A soft reckoning with the one you loved too late. Nervous system elegy, guilt in fitted shirts, and the ghost of a goodbye that still answers when you write.
By the Time I Could Love You, I Was Already Gone
A soft reckoning with the one you loved too late. Nervous system elegy, guilt in fitted shirts, and the ghost of a goodbye that still answers when you write.
I'm Shopping for My Fame Debut and My Future Lo...
A tender riot of ambition, self-doubt, and a changing room apparition—where fame, fear, and future love try on the same black shirt.
I'm Shopping for My Fame Debut and My Future Lo...
A tender riot of ambition, self-doubt, and a changing room apparition—where fame, fear, and future love try on the same black shirt.
I Ate Hotpot with Silence and He Wouldn’t Shut ...
A date with Silence, a side of cabbage, and a nervous system that won’t shut up. Healing isn’t quiet — it’s just unmuted.
I Ate Hotpot with Silence and He Wouldn’t Shut ...
A date with Silence, a side of cabbage, and a nervous system that won’t shut up. Healing isn’t quiet — it’s just unmuted.