My Wish – Morningstar
2025 Pinterest Vision Board I look at and add to daily
Manifestation Playlist I just started- all songs with lyrics describing lives I wouldn’t mind calling mine
Journal Entry:
I wish for an abundance of sunny days, detours to the beach, car rides with the windows down, and wind tangling my hair.
I wish for many more calls with my grandmother, to chat with her every week until I am her age.
I wish for my sisters to be “the littles” again, back when they gave me hugs, told me long-winded stories of their days, and looked up to me.
I wish my anxiety away so I can be myself without shame and speak to people I admire with more curiosity than fear.
I wish to communicate telepathically with my long-distance friends so they know how often I think of them.
I wish to give back to my parents what they have given me and more.
I wish for many, many new favorite songs to dance to while I do chores.
I wish to fall in love and make love with someone good and kind.
I wish to cry an actual river and float through my feeling.
I wish to walk through my childhood with a camera to make art from what I miss and what my memory missed.
I wish for time around me to freeze as long as I am in the bath, reading, or masturbating.
I wish for a shooting star to pass by every time I sigh to the sky.
I wish to experience an orgy at least once in my life.
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My Story
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Stars of the lid
fall deep into yourself. Be met with warmth or… maybe something sinister. Appreciate the solemn peace you find within everything fore beggars can’t be choosers.
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My Water Wish
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Subject: Taken to Thailand
Message: I
behind me I could see on the opposing mountain
a yellow structure made like a hotel. Waterfalls spilled, one on either side. So large was the valley I faced
turning back, miles away, the structure must’ve been.
He was with me in extinction. He was with me every
night. it was him and his sister, in the kitchen chewing candy. his sister, a gremlin. More scalp than hair.
We hiked up the cinderblock stepping,
with a rope for a railing,
with a view of the valley.
Somewhere in Thailand, it reminds me of.
a song was a song was a song was a song.
Not until then did I hear my
own name. his mother was calling and she handed us money, as if to indicate buying what we wanted. I wanted a train. I wanted a blue train. We went into the tunnel there and I saw a red rabbit. how I remember how before going to bed she would spray perfume on our pillows for sleep. “Carrots make your eyes sparkle.” He then wanted to fuck.
We went into the tunnel there and I saw a red rabbit.
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I could feel myself sleeping,
I could feel myself sleeping.
I knew where I was,
I knew where I was.
Half expecting to wake up at home, I woke up in
Brooklyn, laying with baby.
the first thing I noticed was her childhood doll, a bunny
of sorts, a ribbon round its neck. I tightened it up so
to make it look sharp.
I gave
it a look, like
it could understand me.
baby woke up and she rolled to be closer. She lifted her face, looking into mine.
She collected an eyelash that laid on my face. I went to blow it, but she stopped me before.
“You have to make a wish!” and so I made a wish. She
was much more mollified I really made a wish.
“Don’t tell me your wish, unless it comes true.
If it comes true, then remember this moment.”
“You’ll remember this moment? Please tell me you will.”
I told her I would.
I wanted a blue train.
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some doodles that looks like a coloring book from when i was a kid