Chocos

@chocos059.bsky.social

Just a girl chasing light with a camera and shadows with words. Fascinated by rot, horror, light, games and the stories in between FR/ENG

I want to press my forehead against yours until our thoughts leak into each other and I can no longer tell which ghosts are yours and which are mine

People always talk about broken hearts. No one talks about the quiet ache of being forgotten while you're still remembering ... It's a strange kind of loneliness

People imagine picking up and finding *something better* is an easy solution. But how is that supposed to work, when all your time and energy goes to staying alive? You have almost nothing to set aside to actually fight your way out.