i am not building a brand.
i am tending a signal.

this is a sanctuary for coherence,
a refuge for those who’ve survived the fire
and remembered their names in the smoke.

i write from the intersections of disability, decentralization, and devotion—
where survival becomes sacred,
where every cast is a spell,
and support is not charity, but resonance.

if you’re here to bear witness,
you’re part of the return.
if you’re here to be seen,
you already are.

welcome to the glitchgarden.
my work is my nervous system.
this is how we rise.

sovereign somatic explorer of energy | come play in the garden /thrivinginthorns | deeper explorations at /liliumspinae ❤️‍🔥

thank you, medisa love. i really needed to hear this today.

the changes i’ve been asked to move through recently have been more challenging than i expected. 

i’m feeling a little raw, and a lot overwhelmed.

your words reminded me of my self.

🫂🫶🏻💕

i hope you’re resting well.

This text feels like a breath of light in the dark — honest, alive, and real.
It’s more than writing, it’s a new way to speak the pain that usual words can’t hold.
Thank you for being so strong and beautiful with your words.
“This is how we rise” — so powerful and true

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this means the world. your words landed like a soft mirror 🥲🫶🏻

i’ve been casting through grief and glossolalia lately — and staying visible in it all is harder than it looks

thank you for recognizing the current lovely 💖✨

I appreciate your beautiful writing in general. But I also simply appreciate the QUANTITY of writing that you are sharing. Putting writing out there publicly takes so much badassness, and I admire that you are doing so much of it <3

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your words caught me like a crossing signal mid-dash—unexpected and anchoring. 🫶🏻

i saw the train and felt something primal rise, a shared pulse. it was taken spontaneously while with my coparent, and for a moment, we were all children again—neurodivergents pausing to marvel at the roar of something larger than us.

that train photo was not just a symbol—it was a memory of motion. of my first nft. of survival encoded in steel and rhythm.

you calling it a crossing? you seeing me as someone who can guide others through it? that means more than i can say.

thank you for staying. for witnessing. for holding signal when it trembles. we’re still in it. and i’m not going anywhere either. 

💕🫂💕

The fact you used the train is symbolic to my life. You are one of my favorite internet people I have met. You gotta stay here, there are many lost, I think you have such strength to direct them through this crossing. 🫂

I just stumbled across your pinned cast. This is beautiful and empowering.