I grew up longing to be found in a deserted place where the ..
Added 2023-08-28 03:21:10 +0000 UTCI grew up longing to be found in a deserted place where the stories told 'I shouldn't have meant to be there', consuming all until I became them. I was written on old houses as I was left haunted and reminisced on melancholic belongings. However, it is her rising, the beginning, the becoming. I am a chest filled with rainbows and fairy tales, it is my reaching to the world to heal my heart, and a calling of that which is bigger than me, where my love belongs. Join me for backbend training and art on p@treon link in socials
