I’ve been struggling, in the constant cycle of denying & living with my mental illness. And art has always paved way for self-care, and somehow, healing.
I truly believe in this cause, and I find peace and community bonded enough through hardships and hormones, making our day to day way more motivating and understanding.
— art and notes by Maoi Lazaro
"a tribute to the broken: an open letter" Broken, scathed, scarred, and worst, shattered like tiny pieces of sharp-edged fragments of glasses Barely breathing, barely breathing, b
i’m a bottle suppressed, stuffed with dried up tears and dreams that remain as dreams, words unsaid and crumpled up thoughts, neatly folded emotions and everything that othe
the tragedy wasn’t found in the uproar of the deep blue with which its crescendos supposedly meant to overpower that of the voices it wasn’t in the silence casted, kissing t