this is a collection of (shitty) poems that i wrote. may be triggering for some readers.

{based off Melanie Martinez's song, "Dollhouse"} This is my interpretation of Melanie Martinez's song, adapted to be more of a story, rather than just the song.

"And the hair floated to the ground" This is a story about a girl with Trichotillomania, a Body-Focused Repetitive Behaviour where one yanks the hairs from their very body. It's not a diary, but it might as well be. (01; Pull of the Current) [in progress] (02; Cut to the Chase) [unpublished] (03; Back to the Bone) [unpublished]

"can you do me a favour?" she asked. "don't look at me." {My #StopBodyShaming contest entry.}

"A blind person is the only person who can truly see. They know firsthand what true love is, without the use of eyes, but with the heart. And that is the truest form of love, and they're able to harness it" ▪not a love story▪