onke.

hey everyone, please enjoy and share this 7 part poem series written with love by yours truly. thank you 🦋 onkelokothwayomtshali.bandcamp.com/album/the-art-…

i love hanging with other quirky/neuro-spicy people cos everybody else just wants to be a cardboard.

being called weird is so triggering man.

what id do to be in Joburg rn 🥹🥹

“listen to your body” my body: quit your job. disappear from society. start a revolution. abandon everything and become one with the trees

i’m so productive as a single gal’

You really just wake up one day & be like actually.. that’s enough of that - and switch gears completely

seeing life for what it is. a large stage and we the performers. what a beautiful production tho ✨

constavaciousglamazon ✨

my therapist challenged me to write happy poetry.

timbaland really ate with “ayo technology” cos i am tired of using technology fr.

writing, again.

“i yearned for silence in your presence, but now as i sit in this still room - I crave your chaos. for you to fill up my days. days i fought so hard to remove you from. the mind is a forgetful thing ain’t it. “ - day 3 of no contact.

not receiving a message is also receiving a message

“happy to hop on a call” i would actually rather join a 14th century monastery

i am yet to reach the peak of my beauty n that's something to look forward to. exciting times ahead.

abeg rest!

im not even at my peak 😤 working out is really that girl 😔

i promised myself endless restarts. as many rebirths as my weary bones could handle. and even if this is the 9th restart, its still mine. and i must begin again.

you can always tell when someone learned themselves through solitude instead of performance