2025 New years dump deconstructing myself as much as possible

the first time i felt like i belonged

(with artisama) smooth things like plastic and skin and the color biege

the feeling of talking within a metaphorical or literal reverbed chamber of nothing

wishing for expectations of love

i made this in a call with my friend kara and it reminds me of her a lot

unhealthy relationships and building off of them again

feeling uncomfortable in any sense and trying to find names for myself that dont make me feel awful

loneliness and trying to dig myself deeper into it; unhealthy

happiness in a sense of artificiality (but not worrying about it)

hurt in its purest sense

rendition of an old song reflecting how i felt when i lost love

grass and things in that nature that tear me apart positively

sometimes i hate the french sometimes i love them

water droplets on spider webs and the show Sid the Science kid

water as well as the longing to say something in order but emotions are fine in that sense too

i loved evergreen by richy mitch as well as me going to montana in 2019 and nostalgia