I kissed eternity, and it turned to stone.

watched in silence as the chapel of their sins burns to its blackened bones, the flames feasting where their prayers once lived

I love cats.

If wildfire smoke is grounds for tariffs, will Minnesota be held to the same standard—or does accountability only travel north across the border?

Reducing an ally’s natural disaster to a trade tactic isn’t strategy; it’s opportunism dressed as policy. When every crisis becomes a bargaining chip, you’ve stopped governing and started extorting. Great powers cultivate trust. Small men monetize misfortune.

Until the Birds Return Hannes Caspar

You’re over there writing your words and I’m over here like..

It sounds like waves, sounds like the rain, and all the broken parts of me answer back. Psithurism The sound of wind moving through the trees. A reminder of a slower world. A sound that feels familiar, as though something ancient within us still remembers it.

Oh darling, I'm breathing. But darling, I'm dead. - Ticus poetry

He loves me. He loves me not.

I wear exhaustion like eyeliner — thick enough to make the world mistake my damage for beauty.

Some of us didn’t inherit happiness — we inherited the grief nobody else could carry.

My silence isn’t peace — it’s the sound of every ruined thing inside me finally giving up on being heard.

I learned long ago that if I couldn’t be loved, I could still haunt.

Age doesn’t knock—it just starts speaking through your tired eyes.

I’m so tired, even my ghosts have stopped pacing the halls.

Portraits from the Edge of Sanity

Who else laughs with lightning in their veins and calls the chaos home like I do?