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Song of the month ☆ Fire - Pointer Sisters

Welcome to my little corner

Hi doll! You can find lots of stuff here from my interests to web resources, stimulating media/asmr, nostalgic movies and games.

This site is my cyber love letter to similar dolls — I made this lil baby for 3 main reasons.

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Number one — my nervous system goes into full shut down when it comes to talking to most people close to me. I am neurodivergent and I understand some people will never understand me, so sharing feels like asking for a slap in the face. But here, I can share my thoughts with myself unbridled and to the dolls that pass through.

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Number two — I've been off Instagram for sooo long. Like, it's just for judging, commercialism, and consumption. It's dead. And I want to try and create a beautiful place where we swap Tumblrs, not Instagram — and we reply to each other not because we're dick-riding each other's posts senselessly, but because we have things in common.

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AND THRIDD — simply put, we all deserve the best thrift hacks, we all deserve to have product authenticity knowledge that is purposely withheld. Even the tiny acts like reading a diary — a simple act of connection can make you feel less alone, or even taking the tips I give you to make your own safe space or community. Everyone deserves a space <3

Check out the movie theater, my diary, sign my guestbook if you'd like, or just hang around! Love ya.

Sunday, November 23, 2025

You gotta get your shit together and that's ok



let me start this by saying i love princess carolyn. If you dont know shes from the show Bojack Horseman. If you enjoy dark themes, delicious comedy and deeply human characters you'll love it. Princess Carolyn is my favorite because she reminds me of me & she takes a fucking punch. She struggles and hurts deeply the whole show and you'd never know she's the pillar of support of those around her and is always fucking beaming. Truth be told i haven't been living true to the princess carolyn in me by letting the ghost of my past haunt me so here we go...

YOU NEED TO GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER !

i feel like my skin is no longer representative of who i am, i have so many tattoos i did high out of my mind or drunk or both in highschool. i know inside that covering and changing tattoos will not make me less afraid to finally begin spinning the wheel of life or less afraid that a wave dissonance will crash through my life again, leaving me stunned underwater and wash everything, every little happiness that which i hold dear far from shore.

i know that...but this is the skin of that whose life was whisked away. who cried with salt in her throat for her feet and life to return to the shore and that’s not who i am anymore. i am steadily wrangling every inkling of self, posesion, and faith slowly rediscovering each person, myself, and everything is back with me.

i am NOT a victim of the tides anymore. i fucking play in this ocean and I dare it to try and drown me bitch i fight water ! so that’s what my goal will be right now, fighting. i am so scared the world will devour me and shit me out homeless, dead or alone but none of that can stop me from living. if it does im not better than people with dead end jobs that ignore thier dreams or people in terrible marriages that ignore that aching loneliness.


So

i am me master of none but one and I am capable of anything.

“as long as i know the shape of my soul ill be alright”

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