JT Brooklyn
@jtbrooklyn.bsky.social
📸 Photographer/ Videographer
📝 Writer/ Lyricist
🎧 Disc Jockey
📣 Outspoken & Creative
Honestly, this page is just an open diary
📝 Writer/ Lyricist
🎧 Disc Jockey
📣 Outspoken & Creative
Honestly, this page is just an open diary
I wanted real love. I wanted a trusted friend. You gave me games. You gave me disrespect. You asked for silence. You asked for distance. I gave you both. You’re still unsatisfied. I wanted peace, my peace, to not be disturbed. You hate how that looks. The fact that my peace no longer includes you.
March 4, 2026 at 1:59 PM
I wanted real love. I wanted a trusted friend. You gave me games. You gave me disrespect. You asked for silence. You asked for distance. I gave you both. You’re still unsatisfied. I wanted peace, my peace, to not be disturbed. You hate how that looks. The fact that my peace no longer includes you.
One last conversation. One last look. One last gesture. One last shared laugh. One last moment. The tension. The memory. The excitement. The heat. The hurt. Yearning for an embrace. Yearning to feel their lips against mine, one last time. A simple wish to change how life unfolded.
February 7, 2026 at 6:45 AM
One last conversation. One last look. One last gesture. One last shared laugh. One last moment. The tension. The memory. The excitement. The heat. The hurt. Yearning for an embrace. Yearning to feel their lips against mine, one last time. A simple wish to change how life unfolded.
Shaking myself out of the emotional hardships of yesteryear. Reminding myself that heartbreak isn’t a life sentence, only a minor moment and lesson learned.
February 7, 2026 at 6:33 AM
Shaking myself out of the emotional hardships of yesteryear. Reminding myself that heartbreak isn’t a life sentence, only a minor moment and lesson learned.
I feel as though I died during Covid and my current job is the Hell I’ve been sentenced to.
February 6, 2026 at 8:38 PM
I feel as though I died during Covid and my current job is the Hell I’ve been sentenced to.
Happy Founders Day 🔵⚪️🤘🏾
January 10, 2026 at 3:02 AM
Happy Founders Day 🔵⚪️🤘🏾
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You are not a burden.
You do not need to earn love, respect, or rest.
You have needs, and having needs doesn’t make you a bad person.
Whoever makes you feel like a bad person for having boundaries doesn't need to be in your life.
You do not need to earn love, respect, or rest.
You have needs, and having needs doesn’t make you a bad person.
Whoever makes you feel like a bad person for having boundaries doesn't need to be in your life.
January 10, 2026 at 12:35 AM
You are not a burden.
You do not need to earn love, respect, or rest.
You have needs, and having needs doesn’t make you a bad person.
Whoever makes you feel like a bad person for having boundaries doesn't need to be in your life.
You do not need to earn love, respect, or rest.
You have needs, and having needs doesn’t make you a bad person.
Whoever makes you feel like a bad person for having boundaries doesn't need to be in your life.
I feel as though if you’re in a relationship, flirting with someone else is soft core cheating. Theres certain physical contact, body language, tones of voice and verbiage that is reserved for a significant other. Intentional or not, you must remain aware of it and the optics that can be seen of it.
January 7, 2026 at 6:01 AM
I feel as though if you’re in a relationship, flirting with someone else is soft core cheating. Theres certain physical contact, body language, tones of voice and verbiage that is reserved for a significant other. Intentional or not, you must remain aware of it and the optics that can be seen of it.
Thought of wearing my hair out for a day
January 7, 2026 at 2:17 AM
Thought of wearing my hair out for a day
Didn’t realize how much PTSD I was dealing with until I began noticing the calendar. 2025 dealt a few hard blows. I was winded. I took time to catch my breath. Never did I cry. Never did I fall. I’m still standing and ready to hit back.
December 19, 2025 at 3:17 AM
Didn’t realize how much PTSD I was dealing with until I began noticing the calendar. 2025 dealt a few hard blows. I was winded. I took time to catch my breath. Never did I cry. Never did I fall. I’m still standing and ready to hit back.
Holding onto guardrails, close enough to fall in love, yet still distant from unbridled comfortability. I’m allowing myself to get close to someone again. I’m re-educating myself on a different love. Still putting my self love first and foremost. I watch as the wall I built slowly disassembles.
November 25, 2025 at 2:49 AM
Holding onto guardrails, close enough to fall in love, yet still distant from unbridled comfortability. I’m allowing myself to get close to someone again. I’m re-educating myself on a different love. Still putting my self love first and foremost. I watch as the wall I built slowly disassembles.
Sometimes the most radical act is to simply exist. Take up space. Love and live unapologetically.
November 17, 2025 at 4:37 AM
Sometimes the most radical act is to simply exist. Take up space. Love and live unapologetically.
I’m glad to be in brighter spirits and ending the year better than the beginning. May blessings, grace and mercy be bestowed upon myself and all others.
November 11, 2025 at 9:25 PM
I’m glad to be in brighter spirits and ending the year better than the beginning. May blessings, grace and mercy be bestowed upon myself and all others.
I wish you well and want the best for you. I want you to find love and gain the career you strived for. To forgive yourself for how things went with your dog and get a new one. Simultaneously, I don’t want to ever speak to you again. You were the drama. You can still eat, just not at my table.
November 11, 2025 at 9:20 PM
I wish you well and want the best for you. I want you to find love and gain the career you strived for. To forgive yourself for how things went with your dog and get a new one. Simultaneously, I don’t want to ever speak to you again. You were the drama. You can still eat, just not at my table.
I’m annoyed when the toxic grimy individual with no self-accountability chooses to give advice to those who never asked for it. Take a look at your $5 self before someone makes change, or whatever Nino Jackson said.
November 4, 2025 at 6:49 PM
I’m annoyed when the toxic grimy individual with no self-accountability chooses to give advice to those who never asked for it. Take a look at your $5 self before someone makes change, or whatever Nino Jackson said.
November 2, 2025 at 5:57 PM
This must be one of those Pagan holidays that we don’t acknowledge. Cause I damn sure ain’t celebrating.
October 18, 2025 at 1:05 PM
This must be one of those Pagan holidays that we don’t acknowledge. Cause I damn sure ain’t celebrating.
99 days of silence. So much left unsaid. So much that could’ve been said had the opportunity been given. An attempt at conversation became a monologue, more than once. The lasting impression you made is still there. If only things unfolded differently.
October 18, 2025 at 1:01 PM
99 days of silence. So much left unsaid. So much that could’ve been said had the opportunity been given. An attempt at conversation became a monologue, more than once. The lasting impression you made is still there. If only things unfolded differently.
Is it closure that yearn for. Maybe it’s having the last word. Or making them hurt the way they hurt me. Not feeling better until they feel worse. The worst part of me feels this truth. I understand the recession in growth. But in all actuality, I just want my lick back. One good punch to his throat
October 18, 2025 at 5:15 AM
Is it closure that yearn for. Maybe it’s having the last word. Or making them hurt the way they hurt me. Not feeling better until they feel worse. The worst part of me feels this truth. I understand the recession in growth. But in all actuality, I just want my lick back. One good punch to his throat
I have someone who cares about me and treats me with respect. Yet, I keep comparing him to the last one who broke my heart. I hold him at arms length. The feeling of being loved is so unfamiliar, I react unfavorably towards it. I punish him for loving me, just as I was punished by the one I loved.
September 29, 2025 at 4:22 AM
I have someone who cares about me and treats me with respect. Yet, I keep comparing him to the last one who broke my heart. I hold him at arms length. The feeling of being loved is so unfamiliar, I react unfavorably towards it. I punish him for loving me, just as I was punished by the one I loved.
No Time
Queen Bitch
Not Tonight Remix (Ladies Night)
Crush On You
How Many Licks
Came Back For You
Black Friday
Look Like Money
Queen Bitch
Not Tonight Remix (Ladies Night)
Crush On You
How Many Licks
Came Back For You
Black Friday
Look Like Money
September 25, 2025 at 5:50 PM
No Time
Queen Bitch
Not Tonight Remix (Ladies Night)
Crush On You
How Many Licks
Came Back For You
Black Friday
Look Like Money
Queen Bitch
Not Tonight Remix (Ladies Night)
Crush On You
How Many Licks
Came Back For You
Black Friday
Look Like Money
Sweet Nothings
Freedom
What About Us
Put That On Everything
Should I Go
Shattered Heart
Wish Your Love Away
Scared of Beautiful
Rather Be
Freedom
What About Us
Put That On Everything
Should I Go
Shattered Heart
Wish Your Love Away
Scared of Beautiful
Rather Be
September 25, 2025 at 5:47 PM
Sweet Nothings
Freedom
What About Us
Put That On Everything
Should I Go
Shattered Heart
Wish Your Love Away
Scared of Beautiful
Rather Be
Freedom
What About Us
Put That On Everything
Should I Go
Shattered Heart
Wish Your Love Away
Scared of Beautiful
Rather Be
Heaven’s Door
Send Me an Angel
Diary
Karma
Try Sleeping with a Broken Heart
Send Me an Angel
Diary
Karma
Try Sleeping with a Broken Heart
September 25, 2025 at 5:44 PM
Heaven’s Door
Send Me an Angel
Diary
Karma
Try Sleeping with a Broken Heart
Send Me an Angel
Diary
Karma
Try Sleeping with a Broken Heart