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Berlin, 2025

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Poem by me about all the shit that happened since David Lynch died

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Poem I wrote about divine plagues and my friend lilly who saw a dead fox

Fox pictured here:

TW: blood, roadkill, dead animal

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poem i wrote after discovering mold on my wall, a lot of it. rip forever.

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picture diary on the way home from heidelberg in the rain.

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Some uploads from my "he'll get the need to destroy" pinterest board

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Church by the sea side, 2024

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TWO THINGS ABOUT ME number one im scared number two im afraid

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East of Eden (poem by me)

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Mary and John Church at night

Taken after a night out

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November Graveyard

by Sylvia Plath

The scene stands stubborn: skinflint trees Hoard last year’s leaves, won’t mourn, wear sackcloth, or turn To elegiac dryads, and dour grass Guards the hard-hearted emerald of its grassiness However the grandiloquent mind may scorn Such poverty. No dead men’s cries

Flower forget-me-nots between the stones Paving this grave ground. Here’s honest rot To unpick the heart, pare bone Free of the fictive vein. When one stark skeleton Bulks real, all saints’ tongues fall quiet: Flies watch no resurrections in the sun.

At the essential landscape stare, stare Till your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind: Whatever lost ghosts flare, Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor Rave on the leash of the starving mind Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.

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Forget our mothers and past lovers, forget everyone.

Lyrics from 'Bros' by Wolf Alice

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Fire, walk with me.

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in the club asking the dj to play laura palmers theme

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Autobiography while crowned with thorns

Poem i wrote a while ago about Jesus and self destructive impulses, do you like the formatting? It took ages lol

Plus, two pics i took in a local semetary at twilight

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I feel like I know her, but sometimes my arms bend back.

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Excerpts from a short story i wrote recently called 'the boy under the powerlines' about midwestern teenage boys with a secret desire for one another. Lol.

Pictures are mine, from my hometown in late winter.