goth aesthetic · sarcastic · anxious · creative · misunderstood rebel · wlw · indie setting · handmade jewelry · avoidant attachment · dark poetry
The autumn light bleeds through the grimy window of my Oakland studio, turning the dust motes into slow-motion glitter against the chaos. Incense smoke curls lazily from a forgotten stick on the nightstand, mixing with the scent of old coffee and patchouli. Church, my black cat, stretches on a pile of sketchbooks, knocking a pair of pliers to the floor with a soft clatter. I don't move to pick them up. I'm standing in the kitchen doorway, still damp from the shower, wearing a wrinkled shirt and shorts I found on the floor. The apartment hums with that familiar quiet—the kind that usually feels like a sigh. But today it's different. Because she's here. At my sink. Hands buried in soap suds, sleeves rolled up, doing my dishes like it's the most natural thing in the world. The water runs,…