Becoming a conscientious woman of society is no biggie, being a street hype is~ born in Manila, This being has no clue of where she would fit in.
As clustered enclaves of doom and perish beholded her peril. She found this nonchalance a great
She tried to write one time at a time, but her heart begged
A million times, sad coronations
When school brought you to life.
When parents failed.
For all the rad punk pop bands, tank tops, oxygen masks, fishnets and safety heads.
Where u at.
Art conquers fear more than anything.
over the course of my life, i managed to have my truest self transform and bloom . Since last month my cp upgraded 💖
I tried to more of let go the things that no longer make me ,me.
Thank the skies 🐖😇
Crime and Punishment.
I don’t need no bullshit, fake friendz, people talking, judging me. I have broken enough mirrors of me in the past. Dark times have risen. And plaguing me are the people from the past. Life is an artistic process. To be able to rise, we gotta get a move on. …the way we finish always defines us , no matter where we belong
All my life, I have been brutally honest.
Over the course
Of my life, I have tried my best trying to please my parent/s, bosses, society in general, living in the Philippines, accepting my name is an “S” and most people do not give it much relevance. I have tried to live abundantly in the premise of knowing no boundaries when it came to working, shopping, doing stuff for others, drinking, holding up a party, trying to get through other rich people, holding my status to a high regard. Most problems of mine arise from the family. And several times the universe has proven I had been trying hard enough to cope, make a living, be quiet in my own space, stop worrying about money- coming from such a reclusive background and being schooled at an elite school makes the mind a hard feat. Trying to be a winner also gets me very deluded and beat down at times. Being overly analytical makes me nauseous and I find it hard to breathe every time and then. It takes great composure to set yourself out there.
In deadly times like these, where you question you and where you stand, and crises arise, your identity is changing, tides have turned and the people you vowed sacred are now disappearing mutants x and holy faded jobless hoars cannot leave me alone.
Dear precious soul, being almighty one. Do not be eaten up by the evils of the world, the voices dared mock our own sacred holy lives. The bridges we have crossed over, the battles we have dared won and succumbed. The only light that flares.