Yes, I’m real. Yes, I overthink everything.
Currently listening to Radiohead and Mitski like they wrote every feeling I can’t explain.
A little bit poetic, a little bit pathetic.
Romanticizing late-night walks, dying flowers, and the kind of love that hurts just right.
I write poems I never share and stare at the moon like it’ll answer me back.
Soft-spoken but heavy-hearted.
Fluent in getting ghosted.
Here for something that feels like fate but slower.
Talk to me if you like deep dives, quiet chaos, or if you’ve ever cried to a guitar solo.
I usually respond unless I’m spiraling or asleep (same thing sometimes).
