I’ve always only been comfortable posting my visuals free of commentary. The words feel so vulnerable. If I’m going to put all this effort to continue exist though, I think I need to let more thoughts out into the ether. They’re not valuable to anyone else… But maybe good for survival
This sliced girl gets to decide how the fragments are part of her identity. The catghosts fill the space but don’t get any control. They’re malleable and reformed every time they’re remembered.