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media of me and blurbs of thought.
new stuff will appear here.

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my face is different than i remember.
it's different every year now.
i wonder, will it keep changing at this rate?
i guess i'll get used to it eventually



who wouldn't want a flower for a face?



times change. i remain



there is a time and a place and a person i'd rather be
but not tonight, no — tonight is good.



coughing up yellow phlegm
pain when i breathe, pain when i move
and a lump in my lung on the x-ray.
the doctors said it's just inflammation
but last night i dreamt it was a tumor.
of course i'll hit your blunt. one drag couldn't hurt.
or two. or three.



with all things said and done,
digital ghosts are all that remain



it's all a ruse
held up by cardboard and paper
it's all mass produced
but not you, not me
limited edition beings

"limited edition" - cusp

hangin with my snake :)
everyone say hi to my snake :) pic.twitter.com/OpSFz88tlf

— ivory ⚧︎ (@mothgirlxo) March 30, 2026

i wish snakes could feel love.
it is a little sad that i devote so much
to an animal that will never appreicate what i do for it.
but that's what love is, right?



i've been to a lot of concerts recently.
the music is the best part, of course,
however i do love that there are always
beautiful women smoking in the alley
who will give me free weed.



time alters perception.
to a dysphoric brain, old selfies are always changing.
i have no sense of self, no idea how i look.
do i disgust you?

my personal fav bassline - “feminine adornments” by julie ^v^ pic.twitter.com/kcc5GxXZnf

— ivory 🏳️‍⚧️ (@mothgirlxo) August 28, 2025

but i'll come around
i'll defile
i'll be clean
i'll be meat on the wall

"feminine adorments" - julie



love me
save me
remember me



just one more time
i'd like to sit by the lake and smoke



hi :)
do u like my spirals :)



pretty women and sharp objects
two things i am fond of.
i hope to be prettier
but mostly, i hope to be sharper.



is it self-indulgent
to aspire to be living art?
if so, maybe we could all stand
to be a little more self-indulgent.



oh, to be beautiful
unnatainable
incomprehensible.
unfortunately,
true beauty is only for the angels.



salty air
and bootprints
washed away in an instant



i miss the woods.
i really, really miss the woods.
:'(

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mothworld v3.0 - 2026

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