Sidewalk Chalk

I used to draw myself in lines on cracked-up concrete, faulted signs, a version small enough to fit the spaces I was told to sit.. A body made of borrowed hues, of half formed thoughts I didn’t choose, washed out each time it started rain.. like I was meant to fade again. But chalk still kn

4 suka

Borrowed Maps

They handed me a borrowed map, with borders drawn to make me snap, with lines that said “you cannot go, beyond the shape we told you so." But roads don’t care for human rules, or boxed-in names, or sharpened tools. I wandered off the printed page, and found myself in every age. In alleyw

4 suka

Neon Threads

They told me to fold, to shrink, to hide, to keep my colors locked inside.. But I was never built for gray, for silent nights or forced “okay.” There’s neon running through my veins, in shattered golds and softer rains, in every name I dared become, in every drumbeat, every hum. I stitched

2 suka

Colors Stay

Colors in the sky, soft and bright, hands held close in warm sunlight.. Voices rising, free and true, a thousand hearts in every hue. Love is love, it finds its way, through every night and every day.. Different stories, same sweet song, we were here all along.

3 suka

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!!🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

(Sorry!!! I've been quite busy with month!! Mostly trying to override my depression and get out more. This is poem for everyone within the community, I hope you all enjoy this pride month!!) Pride feels like learning how to breathe in colors you were once told to hide. It starts small…

3 suka

Rainfall

The storm showed no signs of slowing. Rain crashed endlessly against the greenhouse ceiling above them, heavy enough now to blur the entire world outside into shifting silver and shadow. Thunder rolled through Hollowgrave in long low vibrations that seemed to settle directly into the floorboards

7 suka

Petal Static

Cerise didn’t realize they had fallen asleep until they woke up still sitting on the flower shop floor. For a few slow disoriented seconds, they only stared upward at the dim hanging vines above them while exhaustion clung heavily to their thoughts like fog. The shop lights had been lowered e

4 suka

Stay Awhile

The rain had stopped sometime after midnight. Now the only sounds left inside the flower shop were the low hum of the old refrigerator near the back wall and the quiet rustling of hanging vines shifting gently beneath the ceiling fan. Cerise sat on the floor behind the counter with their knee

5 suka

The Language of Flowers

The shop had technically closed two hours ago. The sign in the window had already been flipped. The front lights were dimmed low. Rain tapped softly against the glass outside in slow uneven rhythms while Hollowgrave disappeared beneath fog and silver streetlight haze. But Cerise was still a

3 suka

🫩✌🏼

@Milisntmr Yes, my account is public 😭 That means people can comment. It does NOT mean people are automatically free from criticism when they come into somebody else’s space talking disrespectfully. And you keep saying you got ‘attacked’ because you were tagged, but you were literally arguin

8 suka

Oh, and here's more you can research

@Milisntmr www.history.com/articles/satanism (HISTORY channel discussing the history of Satanism and common misconceptions.) www.britannica.com/topic/Satanism (Britannica explaining different forms of Satanism and how modern Satanism varies heavily.) www.abc.net.au/news/2022-11-06/is-s

4 suka

Death Petal lore; The Tether and the Velthar

(Velthar!! and what the they, technically are.) Velthar are not really “demons” in the normal sense. That’s just what people call them when they don’t have a better word for something that can sit in your presence and understand you in ways, you didn’t agree to.. They don’t mainly feed on fles

6 suka

Hiya, again. You will NOT be fucking disrespecting people in my comments.

@Milisntmr You will NOT disrespect people in my comments. Go do that on your own fucking account if you wanna argue with strangers over religion. Now to answer your questions; First off, not everyone follows your religion, your beliefs, or your interpretation of what “blasphemy” is. You ca

6 suka

Oohhh!!! Tysm for the questions!!

@Ur_favEmely I’m LGBTQ+ so, yeah ofc I support everyone including gay people!!! And what made me become a Satanist was mostly me questioning things and trying to figure out what actually felt right for me instead of following something out of fear or pressure. A lot of people assume Sata

10 suka

Hallelujah, to my lady

they talk about angels like i don’t know your name like heaven never held you before they carved your grave you used to sit beside me white ribbons in your hair half listening to sermons half pretending not to stare we were just dumb teenagers hiding love inside our sleeves passing li

12 suka

To The Angel, I Knew

you sat beside me during chapel hair still dripping from the rain sister mary talked for hours i forgot her words again you drew crosses on your notebook i drew hearts into my skin tried so hard to act like heaven didn’t know where to begin everybody looked so holy i just watched you i

9 suka

🫩 Last, I checked satanic folk arent burning history books..

@Milisntmr You ain't Jesus or God. Last, I checked. =^= And Correct, I'm satanic and helpol. Do research instead of whining about something, you're assuming.. is evil 😭✌🏼

6 suka

My two fears/phobias.

The dark. I am nearsighted, or worse now, its been almost six years without glasses so, it's probably gotten a lot worse And it honestly makes it so much worse than people realize.. When there’s little to no light, I can’t see clearly even what’s right in front of me. Everything turns into

9 suka

heya, update!

okay so, I'm okie. not great. my granny didn't make it. I'm so sorry, for not being online much, also I'm so sorry if my comments don't stay, idk what's going on with that tbh. I hope everyone is doing alright and well though. my apologies for not being active

11 suka

Oc; Drowsy

They/them Drowsy feels like they were always halfway gone, even when they were still here. Their presence was soft in a way that never really asked for attention, more like background noise you only notice once it stops. They have a pill bottle for a head, worn and slightly scuffed, like

10 suka

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