<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" ?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Blog Entries by &quot;ᖇᗩᑎᗪOᗰᗩ᙭᙭&quot; | SpaceHey</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/user?id=4352617</link><description>The most recent Blog Entries by the User &quot;ᖇᗩᑎᗪOᗰᗩ᙭᙭&quot; on SpaceHey</description><item><title>For my precious lover (Again)</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2077736</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2077736</guid><description>They say some loves are meant to drown quietly, to slip beneath the surface without making a sound. But you you taught me how to breathe in places where the world only expects silence.</description><pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2026 06:45:07 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>For Kelly</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2076619</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2076619</guid><description>We don’t love quietly, we love like a dare like laughter thrown too hard, like sarcasm that lands and stays. You don’t walk into my life, you collide with it, and somehow everything</description><pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2026 06:36:33 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Why I do what I do best. </title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2056910</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2056910</guid><description>Let’s clear something up before anyone gets offended I don’t need to feel superior. I just happen to enjoy it. There’s a difference. Some people raise their voices to feel important. Others posture, lie, exaggerate. Me? I use words. Carefully. Creatively. Like a scalpel wrapped in velvet. Creative insults are an art form. Anyone can be rude that’s lazy. But making someone realize they</description><pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2026 09:19:15 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>My comback or my demise</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2054918</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2054918</guid><description>I don’t like this version of myself. The one that watches. The one that notices every second your attention isn’t on me. You say nothing’s changed. That I’m imagining things. But I feel it the shift, subtle and sickening, like the air before something rots. You laugh with them differently. You listen to them longer. Your eyes don’t linger on me the wa</description><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2026 17:20:42 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>One thing I love.</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2012181</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2012181</guid><description>People confuse “vampiric aesthetic” with “keeps a black cat and nothing else.” Please. If only they knew the real joy of unconventional pets. Give me a bat hanging upside down in my doorway, blinking like a confused little goblin. Give me rats that crawl into my sleeves while I’m trying to read and act like they own the place. Give me snakes, cold, quiet, elegant coiling around my arm like living ...</description><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2025 17:39:53 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Bloodbound Devotion</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2011432</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2011432</guid><description>I crave you in ways the moon would never confess in the hush between heartbeats, in the soft part of your throat where longing feels almost edible. Your love tastes like midnight dark, metallic, a warmth I was never meant to deserve but still hunger for anyway. If I were the beast they whisper I am, I’d still kneel for you, bare my fangs i</description><pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2025 23:42:17 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Failling with a bit of style.</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2011244</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2011244</guid><description>used to be good at throwing cards. Not parlor-trick good, weaponized good. A clean snap of the wrist, perfect rotation, edge slicing through the air with that whisper-sharp sound. The kind of skill that made people stare a little too long and wonder what else I was capable of. But like everything else, you stop practicing and the ability rusts.</description><pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2025 20:47:25 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Garlic-stained fangs</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2011023</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2011023</guid><description>People always assume that if you walk around with a vampiric aesthetic, dark clothes, sharp eyeliner, a borderline predatory aura you automatically hate garlic. Listen… I adore the stuff. Yeah, I know. It doesn’t exactly help my whole &quot;creature of the night&quot; image when I’m shamelessly dumping garlic powder on my fries or inhaling garlic bread like a starving crypt ghoul. But honestly? I don’t care...</description><pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2025 17:23:12 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>If I could gatekeep all my music I would.</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2010606</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2010606</guid><description>I swear, nothing in this cursed world has taught me disappointment quite like watching good music get dragged into the mud by the internet. I find a song, beautiful, haunting, addictive, the kind that makes my chest feel too small and for a brief moment I think: &quot;Finally. Something pure. Something untouched.&quot; And then… then I make the mistake of scrolling. Suddenly that same masterpiece is paired ...</description><pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2025 07:25:22 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Zombies are the worst thing humanity has ever created.</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2010325</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2010325</guid><description>I need to vent before my brain melts from sheer irritation I HATE zombies. Not “dislike.” Not “they’re not my thing.” I mean deep, visceral, soul-level hatred for anything involving the undead that shambles, moans, or smells like it crawled out of a discount Halloween prop bin. Zombies are the most boring, lazy concept to ever plague horror media. “oOoH, wHaT i</description><pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2025 02:33:24 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>I love and hate Radiostatic</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2009842</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2009842</guid><description>I wasn’t going to talk about Radio static , but the universe hates me and my brain won’t shut up about it, so here we are. Let’s get this out of the way: Alastor and Vox are a dysfunctional disaster, and that’s exactly why people ship them like their lives depend on it. Fine. Whatever. But the more I watch Vox on screen, the more I feel uncomfortably</description><pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2025 18:35:51 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>I like cute stuff, cry about it.</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2009747</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2009747</guid><description>Alright, I need to get this off my chest before I combust from secondhand stupidity. For some reason, people see me wearing black, drinking my coffee like it wronged me, minding my business with a naturally deadpan expression and they assume I only listen to ominous choir chanting in Latin and sleep in a coffin lined with dramatic violins. Cute stereotype. Wrong, but cute. Listen closely, Just bec...</description><pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2025 16:46:55 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>The pains that reside in mortality.</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2009234</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2009234</guid><description>I swear, whoever designed the human body had a dark sense of humor. Right now, I’m dealing with a migraine so vicious it feels like someone is carving runes into the inside of my skull with a rusted spoon. And for what? Because I dared to exist today? Because I didn’t drink enough water? Because the universe woke up bored and spun a wheel titled “Who suffers next?” Figures it landed on me. The wor...</description><pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2025 05:34:51 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Why Gaming Is the Only Thing Keeping Me (Mostly) Sane</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2008982</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2008982</guid><description>Life gives you too much time and not nearly enough reasons to care. But there’s one mortal invention I’ll actually bow my head to gaming. Yeah, laugh if you want. A mysterious,creature of the night glued to a screen, whispering curses at lag and praising flawless combos. Tragic. I know. But here’s the thing, games are one of the few worlds where the rules make sense. You put in effort, you get rew...</description><pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2025 01:34:45 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>On the Curse of Still Existing</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2008695</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2008695</guid><description>People romanticize immortality like it’s some glittering prize. They see eternity as a luxury; endless time, endless chances. Cute. If only they knew the truth... living too long is just carrying the same weight in different shapes. Every century gives you new masks to wear, new trends to pretend to care about, new faces that swear they’re different until they fade like the rest. Existing becomes ...</description><pubDate>Sun, 07 Dec 2025 21:55:01 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Looking for the Unbothered &amp; the Unafraid</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2008626</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=2008626</guid><description>I’m not here to harvest people. I’m just looking for a few souls who don’t flinch at the dark and don’t run when the night gets loud. If you’re the type who thrives under neon lights at 3 a.m., who finds comfort in the quiet hum of chaos, who laughs in the face of whatever the world calls “normal” then maybe we’ll get along. I’m not offering sunshine or cheerful moral support. I bring twilight, dr...</description><pubDate>Sun, 07 Dec 2025 20:50:00 +0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>