°♡° 𝔐𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔞𝔩 𝔊𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔠 °♡° (ꂧ ꁞ ꂧ) °♡°
Nastya Valentine
The unholy triumvirate:
In the name of The Husband, The Sugar Daddy, and The Sneaky Link
A pastel hued stalker. Cotton candy criminal. Pale pink burglar afoot. Hi.
I’m not winning the Keynesian beauty contest
My ice powers manifested when I was a married, frigid bitch
And I froze the water, all the water in the city, with my icy ice cavern of silence
I’m a misunderstood genius
Like Rick and Morty
Tell me I’m a misunderstood genius
Steve’s Body
Slender Jimmy
In LA guys will try to pick me up hit on me ask for my number and nothing scares them off faster than telling them I’m trad and want a husband. Nothing scares these guys but the thought of being financially, emotionally and socially responsible for a woman. I can tell them I’m a lesbian they still want me. I can lie and tell them I have a boyfriend they still want to fuck. I can tell them I’m a gaslighter, a high mage darvo practitioner, they still tryin to get in my panties. But aggressive tradness? They run for the hills
Kiss kiss
This is where dates go to die
I can tell them I shit my pants and am drowning in my own toilet and they still want a sneaky link… fluffy ass nepo baby soy boy
He should have been a sneaky link
Relational throughline
He puts his big hands around my waist and the tips of the fingers touch each other
Tfw ur sugar daddy asks why your mom is so dour
A small, almost imperceptible pad of fat rounds across my belly, my thighs, my arms. Imperceptible to anyone but my own self, or those obsessive enough to anorexically, anally, diabolically body check other women’s weight fluctuations
A spider crosses up the blue wall of my bathroom. I observe it. This little bug tries to get up, up, up… undulating its skinny little legs, making the trek from floor to ceiling. I feel ur pain, little one
How can you contain such subjectivity within a selfie? It’s too small, too mundane, to contain your vastness, your magnificence
I don’t like the thought of my husband saying vulgar words .. that’s reserved for the sneaky link. And I don’t like the thought of my sneaky link having feelings or personality.
One day you’re a regular person and the next you’re wearing diamonds on your head
I’m peeing behind a tree
Eat with the people you starved with
Advanced bedrot technique
Mining bitcoin liquid
Movies and also films and screenings
FBI guy suit with gimp mask and black wig
Snow White And The Seven Fuckboys:
Shady
Sneaky
Sleazy
Schemey
Stinky
Squeaky
Squanchy
I certainly mined the blockchain of lived experience to be my muse.
Pain remains exiguous. What makes a woman? Fertility and pain.
Sneaky link still sneaking into my DMs at night
He gave my pussy a nickname and then gave one to his own penis
Her nickname was lady gaga his nickname was thom yorke
Dog whistle flirting
Take off the mask take off ur clothes
30,000 dollar flirting
I want a lot of things that he gets to have first
He wanted to bump and grind… when all I wanted was bump of k…
Sorry softboy but did you know I’m the
High mage priestess of darvo and
You’re in my envelope filled world
Why are you deep dissociating thinking about big boned fat kid offspring
The opposite of a sexual awakening, a sexual fall asleep-ening
A virginal slumber
Magic pussy
Every sex partner I ever had has gone down on me
And for what?
My favorite part of my body is ALSO the CIA black site Guantanamo Bay of my vagina
And in the morning I once again forget waterboarded myself I’m once again pure
Simultaneous Fantasy
Running parallel simulations of desire trying to curate effortlessness
Psychosis is sidelined when creativity is embraced
My catsy brush
Kittenish interlude
I had my maternity collection picked out, Selkie bias cut silk etc
Child’s fund for the future
As soon as that money came, it disappeared
It felt terrible to provide for myself, not a sexual shame of being naked but a dark place of masculine energy- a man should be doing this, not a woman. Sorry woke feminists
The tradwife and the sex worker aren’t dueling caricatures - they exist within the same person. The only Madonna-Whore here is the husband I see as too good, and the toxic sneaky link I don’t even see as human
Bridal trousseau at the stock exchange of fidelity DVRC Divorcecoin is up
Beauty knows no age limit. You are still beautiful wrinkled by sunshine and emotion, scarred with experience. It’s a privilege to age and live and connect and disconnect and hurt and heal
On the first day of bender, my liver gave to me……..
Yesterday’s gift is today’s curse
The body: I am just borrowing her for a moment
Take care of the meat vessel that carries your consciousness even if it carries
Chronic illness and
Guilt, waylaid in vicious cycle, foul subjectivity ......makes me sick
You can’t accept your own body so you violate theirs:
Body dysmorphia interlude
People with healthy habits know they have one body and it needs food and nutrients to fuel its existence. People with eating disorders have disordered thinking / cognitive distortions about themselves and or their bodies – my body the abusement park
My lymph nodes… like a coral reef my rib bones idk what I’m wearing and why, idk what I’m doing just going through the motions and floating, suffering, nothinging pastel puffing
New sneakers lavender summer NPC outfits
The numbness of a two hour rage walk
I gasp
In this time I could have had a baby
Nine months
I’m not visibly underweight anymore. Still thin and petite but with patches of fat grown around my belly, arms and thighs. A small fupa has formed I guess that’s good tho. Primordial pouch
It’s hot outside now
You do forget
You do suffer
Breaking the scale
All of the time
This summer I’m time traveling
In 2013 I was recording music
11 years later I didn’t enjoy the summer I barely even noticed it
What the hell is the point of all this? Reality is a poison that I require fantasy to antidote
Catered snackables
Boredom is a privilege
I try to remember the last time in life that I was bored, and what I would do. So sweet a bird, so marvelous a hubcap on a tree, oh the miraculous crackhead on hollywood blvd. Lobotomized and now I see everything as a minor miracle. I love you. I don’t know how I’m going to pay my rent this month now that I’ve stopped working. Let’s not worry about reality right now. These new lavender sneakers make hour long rage walks from weho to ho easier on my feet,
My back pain,
My spine, filled with pain chemicals and love
A filter on reality; pain suffer always
Before I was pained physically chronically and corrupted emotionally fiscally
What was I? Who was I? Does it matter? I’m a detective
Scene queens in the summer
Audrey doing my hair, Zui taking pictures of me, the me before I happened
When u go through a little bit of pain it’s drama, it’s almost inspirational
When u go through intense pain and trauma it’s deafening and incapacitating
I’m cultivating my world and developing new lore, not ready to share it yet
The Fuckboy-Ruiner
I know political kabuki when I see it
Rapey rapey eggs and bakey
Cyber body
Virtual voodoo doll
Sycophantic Tamagotchi
Manic pixelated dream girl
The cybernetic fertile beautiful girl
And her cat shaped mansion
This expensive nest of terrors
Vought Tower of manipulative telepathy, undressing objects (girls) with her mind
She pours grapefruit juice into a wine glass, iridescent and pastel pink
A long silk dress the color of olives
Soft and fragile - to protect this delicate feeling, she built a pastel castle (or a pastel psych ward). Caution to anyone coming in, there are a lot of plushies. A girl’s fantasy is man repellent. Because nobody sane wants to do hand stuff in Mr magoriums wonder emporium.
He appropriated my subjectivity
In 2019 even the fucboys were gentlemen..
Even the worst of the lot showed a modiCUM of emotional respect
Reverse engineer the process that made you feel
I hope you get gratification by being the star of my bender
In 2029 I let you draw a heart of ketamine lines on my chest and insufflate
What is the function of memory? Emotional affect and empty space
The end of progress and the beginning of recycling
On a highway
I take a mental picture
Of the place that I love
Now it’s living in me
-Animal Collective
One inhibits one potentiates:
Psychedelic interlude
Every day waking up in my own body is both a hell and a miracle
Hobby horse and umbrella
Hearing my own voiceover
Time dilation is the apex predator time knife
So as you host in your own subjectivity you must go visit and be a guest
Fear is incompatible with this space
The headache feels good because your brain is working
Spirals
Fire
Pain
Mechanics
Just chill
Disney Princess
We can do whatever we want
Just do you
You don’t need the goal just live
Be brave
Be in the moment
Humbled
Third eye pyramid with smoke lighting up
Dialogue chit chat with the entities
They want to laugh with you
Laugh and the world laughs with you, goon and you goon alone
We are always with you come visit any time you’re always welcome
Feeling hot sweaty flashes headache like the mind was cracked open and the body honeyed tired gone thru it - sensitive as in a psychic surgery, chiropracty
Very different body-loads
I wanna do drugs w my friends w no agenda and no responsabilités before I get married
I need a psychedelic vacation
Psychedelic summer
Giga came out
Kisa playing basketball
I wanna make art I wanna write
It’s sacred
You’re always a little bit in the other realm, you take a bit of it with you and you need to be here now, you have work to do you’re not done yet (baby)
When I get into the psychedelic space I feel it in my hands, a vibration
I saw dmt cats
Technicolor kittens jumping into shoes
He looked wise and cool, I felt bonded with him 🐈 🐈⬛
There is no final destination, there are periods of rest and periods of activity
You are inside the event, a triplicity of dimensions
Idk man psychedelics love me
💕💕💕
The dmt elves were just doing their thing in their habitat and not really interfacing with me, like Ah hey it’s you
Hi hey you again
Sup
Welcome, it’s okay that you’re here. Now sit back, relax, and check this shit out
Clout isn’t real leagues aren’t real - what’s real is vibes and energy that connects people’s frequencies
A motherhood vision baby in womb
Ayahuasca mother and divine father giving kiss on the forehead telling me everything will be ok I’m safe
If you die before you die you won’t die when you die - DMT
You go to work, pay the bills, wear the same costume you’ve been wearing for the last 30 years, and keep living
Make something beautiful
Life is about polarity and balance; afterlife is about neutrality and peace
You are a fragment of a divine spirit trapped in this experience forever
If you want a basic bitch go to the Beverly Center
-LDR
Not a moment goes undocumented
Introspective interlude
Hi beauty
Hi beautiful girl
You can’t recover from burnout if you keep doing the thing that’s burning you out
What would it look like if you truly took a break and relaxed as hard as you possibly could, without guilt or worry with not contributing to cyber society?
It is completely entirely within my power to make my comeback once I am well rested enough
To consume instead of create for a little while
Summer vacation in the Sycamore Skooma Den 🏝️
I was feeling a lil beat up about my F in Skyrim and resisted playing it but I think in this next file even tho it’s far back I’ll do the stuff I didn’t do but wanted to like find the traveling Khajiit caravan w Kharjo and maybe do the vampire quest
My back pain healed over time, but my chronic pain got worse
There is no coupon code for certainty
We are in a joy recession, with pain inflation rising and rising
In some form or another I would be on the clock from the moment I woke up to the moment I lay to sleep. Even in my sleep, when I am supposed to rest and regenerate, my dream diaries I would try to profit from and squeeze content out of.
Is this inspiration or commodification?
333 am
I have been practicing knocking myself out. Gone are the days I used to be able to sleep naturally. Fuck I miss that. Fuck I’m jealous of my younger self. She had insomnia too but not this bad
In his influential discussion of boredom, the psychoanalyst Adam Phillips describes ennui as: That state of suspended animation in which things are started and nothing begins, the mood of diffuse restlessness which contains that most absurd and paradoxical wish, the wish for a desire.
What would life look like if I didn’t worry? If I didn’t stress?
God created mothers because he couldn’t be everywhere at once
At night I think about the people who truly love me and come up empty
Nastya Valentine goes on pornhub and types in “love devotion tradition commitment security stability.” She is an LA based writer who published Cyberhorny in 2025 and has Ultimate Fantasy on the way.