LOST TREASURE
@sashagrims.bsky.social
I am quiet person with a loud mind.
I’ve lost parts of myself trying to survive things I never talk about. These days, I’m just trying to make something honest out of the pieces I have left.
I’ve lost parts of myself trying to survive things I never talk about. These days, I’m just trying to make something honest out of the pieces I have left.
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Hi, I’m Sasha. so I guess I should say something about myself.
I like good music, and people who can be themselves. I overthink, disappear when life gets loud, and somehow always come back with more thoughts.
Just here to meet some interesting people and see where the conversations go.
I like good music, and people who can be themselves. I overthink, disappear when life gets loud, and somehow always come back with more thoughts.
Just here to meet some interesting people and see where the conversations go.
Life is strange.
It teaches you to love,
then gives you reasons to let go.
It fills your hands with people,
then slowly turns them into memories.
Somewhere between growing up
and growing tired,
you realize
nothing stays.
It teaches you to love,
then gives you reasons to let go.
It fills your hands with people,
then slowly turns them into memories.
Somewhere between growing up
and growing tired,
you realize
nothing stays.
September 16, 2026 at 3:03 PM
Life is strange.
It teaches you to love,
then gives you reasons to let go.
It fills your hands with people,
then slowly turns them into memories.
Somewhere between growing up
and growing tired,
you realize
nothing stays.
It teaches you to love,
then gives you reasons to let go.
It fills your hands with people,
then slowly turns them into memories.
Somewhere between growing up
and growing tired,
you realize
nothing stays.
So if you’re too tired to speak, sit next to me for I, too, I’m fluent in silence.
September 16, 2026 at 9:55 AM
So if you’re too tired to speak, sit next to me for I, too, I’m fluent in silence.
They say happiness will find you,
But I think sadness will find you too,
It sneaks up on you in darkness,
Just when you think you’ve made it through,
It opens holes in what was solid ground,
The kind you never know are there,
Until you go to take another step.
But I think sadness will find you too,
It sneaks up on you in darkness,
Just when you think you’ve made it through,
It opens holes in what was solid ground,
The kind you never know are there,
Until you go to take another step.
September 15, 2026 at 5:37 PM
They say happiness will find you,
But I think sadness will find you too,
It sneaks up on you in darkness,
Just when you think you’ve made it through,
It opens holes in what was solid ground,
The kind you never know are there,
Until you go to take another step.
But I think sadness will find you too,
It sneaks up on you in darkness,
Just when you think you’ve made it through,
It opens holes in what was solid ground,
The kind you never know are there,
Until you go to take another step.
My smile is fake...
I feel like dying through the darkness...
I try to be brave, but no...
I need friends...but I don't...
I always walk alone...in school and anywhere...
I feel like an invisible girl...
I Wish, I Dream.
I feel like dying through the darkness...
I try to be brave, but no...
I need friends...but I don't...
I always walk alone...in school and anywhere...
I feel like an invisible girl...
I Wish, I Dream.
September 15, 2026 at 5:27 PM
My smile is fake...
I feel like dying through the darkness...
I try to be brave, but no...
I need friends...but I don't...
I always walk alone...in school and anywhere...
I feel like an invisible girl...
I Wish, I Dream.
I feel like dying through the darkness...
I try to be brave, but no...
I need friends...but I don't...
I always walk alone...in school and anywhere...
I feel like an invisible girl...
I Wish, I Dream.
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September 15, 2026 at 3:38 PM
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Troubled Mind
My mind has become a place
I’m afraid to visit alone.
Every thought digs deeper,
every memory leaves a bruise.
I carry a storm behind my eyes
and smile like nobody can hear it.
The worst part isn’t being broken
it’s how normal I’ve become
at hiding the pieces.
My mind has become a place
I’m afraid to visit alone.
Every thought digs deeper,
every memory leaves a bruise.
I carry a storm behind my eyes
and smile like nobody can hear it.
The worst part isn’t being broken
it’s how normal I’ve become
at hiding the pieces.
September 15, 2026 at 4:36 PM
Troubled Mind
My mind has become a place
I’m afraid to visit alone.
Every thought digs deeper,
every memory leaves a bruise.
I carry a storm behind my eyes
and smile like nobody can hear it.
The worst part isn’t being broken
it’s how normal I’ve become
at hiding the pieces.
My mind has become a place
I’m afraid to visit alone.
Every thought digs deeper,
every memory leaves a bruise.
I carry a storm behind my eyes
and smile like nobody can hear it.
The worst part isn’t being broken
it’s how normal I’ve become
at hiding the pieces.
Sometimes I wonder
how much pain a heart can bury
before it starts calling the grave
a place of rest.
Still, somewhere beneath all that darkness,
something in me whispers
not today.
how much pain a heart can bury
before it starts calling the grave
a place of rest.
Still, somewhere beneath all that darkness,
something in me whispers
not today.
September 14, 2026 at 4:09 PM
Sometimes I wonder
how much pain a heart can bury
before it starts calling the grave
a place of rest.
Still, somewhere beneath all that darkness,
something in me whispers
not today.
how much pain a heart can bury
before it starts calling the grave
a place of rest.
Still, somewhere beneath all that darkness,
something in me whispers
not today.
They admired the stallion
when it ran wild.
Nobody came closer
when it fell.
That is the cruel thing about strength
people love your power
until they have to witness your ruin.
when it ran wild.
Nobody came closer
when it fell.
That is the cruel thing about strength
people love your power
until they have to witness your ruin.
September 14, 2026 at 10:51 AM
They admired the stallion
when it ran wild.
Nobody came closer
when it fell.
That is the cruel thing about strength
people love your power
until they have to witness your ruin.
when it ran wild.
Nobody came closer
when it fell.
That is the cruel thing about strength
people love your power
until they have to witness your ruin.
Sometimes I wonder if the person I used to be is still somewhere inside me, quietly watching what I’ve become.
Maybe that’s why some nights feel so strange.
Like someone is standing behind my eyes, remembering everything I’m trying to forget.
Maybe that’s why some nights feel so strange.
Like someone is standing behind my eyes, remembering everything I’m trying to forget.
September 14, 2026 at 8:48 AM
Sometimes I wonder if the person I used to be is still somewhere inside me, quietly watching what I’ve become.
Maybe that’s why some nights feel so strange.
Like someone is standing behind my eyes, remembering everything I’m trying to forget.
Maybe that’s why some nights feel so strange.
Like someone is standing behind my eyes, remembering everything I’m trying to forget.
Hi, I’m Sasha. so I guess I should say something about myself.
I like good music, and people who can be themselves. I overthink, disappear when life gets loud, and somehow always come back with more thoughts.
Just here to meet some interesting people and see where the conversations go.
I like good music, and people who can be themselves. I overthink, disappear when life gets loud, and somehow always come back with more thoughts.
Just here to meet some interesting people and see where the conversations go.
September 14, 2026 at 8:39 AM
Hi, I’m Sasha. so I guess I should say something about myself.
I like good music, and people who can be themselves. I overthink, disappear when life gets loud, and somehow always come back with more thoughts.
Just here to meet some interesting people and see where the conversations go.
I like good music, and people who can be themselves. I overthink, disappear when life gets loud, and somehow always come back with more thoughts.
Just here to meet some interesting people and see where the conversations go.
Me
I’ve become good at saying “I’m fine”
with a heart that knows I’m lying.
I carry things I never speak about,
smile through days that quietly break me,
and still show up
even when a part of me
wishes someone would notice
I’m not okay.
I’ve become good at saying “I’m fine”
with a heart that knows I’m lying.
I carry things I never speak about,
smile through days that quietly break me,
and still show up
even when a part of me
wishes someone would notice
I’m not okay.
September 14, 2026 at 8:24 AM
Me
I’ve become good at saying “I’m fine”
with a heart that knows I’m lying.
I carry things I never speak about,
smile through days that quietly break me,
and still show up
even when a part of me
wishes someone would notice
I’m not okay.
I’ve become good at saying “I’m fine”
with a heart that knows I’m lying.
I carry things I never speak about,
smile through days that quietly break me,
and still show up
even when a part of me
wishes someone would notice
I’m not okay.