ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 19/09/2026Heal what haunts you before you make a home inside someone else’s wounds. 0259
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 19/09/2026I bare my teeth and hiss like a feral familiar at anyone who dares disturb my peace. 0122
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 19/09/2026Never accept a private apology for public disrespect. 1283
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 19/09/2026The harder you try to forget me, the deeper my name will carve itself into the marrow of your bones. 070
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 12/09/2026Don’t bring your chaos into my calm and call it connection. 090
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 11/09/2026I am so tired of surviving what keeps asking me to disappear. 071
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 07/09/2026Maple leaves whisper, loons call, and the north remembers who it is. 0228
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 29/08/2026I wait for autumn like a witch waits for the moon—knowing the dark will come dressed in gold. 15113
Reposted by ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅)sanctorium.bsky.social @sanctorium.bsky.social · 25/08/2026gyre of rain on pond 0417
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 23/08/2026Canada is not for sale. The idea that Canada could be bullied into surrendering its sovereignty through threats and political theatre is fucking laughable. We’re not “pick-mes” waiting to be claimed, you dumb fuck. 070
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 22/08/2026After a lifetime of negotiating other people’s dysfunction, peace has become more valuable to me than attachment. 0101
Reposted by ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅)OldGreyGhost @oldgreyghost.bsky.social · 12/08/2026Split me open & slide through my sky… #photography 112723
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 22/08/2026Precisely. A whore for souls, with an appetite for the eternal. 070
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 20/08/2026I want to fly so far into the dark that even my shadow loses me. 1131
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 12/08/2026I mourn in places no one can see, carrying the dead weight of what will never return. 1133
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 11/08/2026I stayed behind to mourn what you made of me, while you walked away like I had never been more than a shadow passing through your mind. 🥀 091
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 11/08/2026I always return to black, like grief returning home. 082
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 11/08/2026We share the same moon, yet I’ve never felt farther from you. 083
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 10/08/2026Birdsong is proof that happiness still exists somewhere beyond me. 082
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 10/08/2026I mistook curiosity for interest; now even curiosity has left. 070
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 10/08/2026There’s a difference between seeking attention and simply being impossible to ignore. 172
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 09/08/2026Moonflowers blooming softly through the wreckage of my mayhem. 0133
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 09/08/2026Forget flowers; buy me an old book that smells of dust, grief, and forgotten hands. 0122
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 09/08/2026watched in silence as the chapel of their sins burns to its blackened bones, the flames feasting where their prayers once lived 0100
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 08/08/2026I have poured myself hollow, and even the emptiness is exhausted. 170
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 07/08/2026They will attempt to harvest your light and leave your soul in darkness—but stars were made for nights like these. 1133
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 07/08/2026The need to be adored is often lonelier than being alone. 160
Reposted by ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅)OldGreyGhost @oldgreyghost.bsky.social · 31/07/2026I was yours, Now I’m mine. 1275
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 04/08/2026The quiet ones never chase attention; they leave fragments of truth for those willing to find them. 1185
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 01/08/2026Looking back at history, no era compares to the 1900s. The music, the fashion, the community, and the sheer pace of innovation—it was truly the peak time to be alive. 0131
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 01/08/2026I see through you; there’s nothing left behind the illusion but emptiness. 092
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 01/08/2026Torment is the slow art of dying without the mercy of death. 0102
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 01/08/2026she keeps vigil over vows whispered under porches and over thieves of time who think the darkness forgets 0112
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 01/08/2026Somber times carve cathedrals from the ruins of the heart. 091
ꜰᴇᴍᴍᴇ (🜅) @violentfemme.bsky.social · 01/08/2026Some days, life feels like a slow obituary written in invisible ink. 2102
