☘️ juni-personal ☘️
☘️ juni-personal ☘️
Juni
hello lovely internet human(s)! i am a frequenter of the indieweb and a casual advocate for the movement as a whole.
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(image courtesy of an unknown artist) since when does such a quietly beautiful autumn afternoon bring with it so much existential anxiety and dread? surrounded by family, loved ones, laughing, chatting, trading anecdotes and sharing...
(image courtesy of unknown artist) when life becomes something that you feel that you're constantly running behind on, "putting off": are you really living for yourself, or at all, anymore? i, once again, have been faced with the...
(image courtesy of unknown artist on weibo) i'm not sure how to make this one nice. how to make it palatable. how to wrap it up in a neat, put-together bow that bounces ever-so-slightly as it's tied off in a flourish. i've reached depths...
(image courtesy of titsay) gosh, what else do i have apart from the spiralling recesses of the depths of my own mind, and these scattered words on a page? i've felt a growing sense of otherness, as i've returned to my "real life". it's...
(image courtesy of unknown artist) "so, what now?" the question of how i feel about my "final day", one that has found its way to almost everyone's lips, and tumbles from it like water from a cliff. and one i simply do not have an answer...
(image courtesy of sky blue) i am from cherry blossom soap, from cheerios and sweet sip-ahh straws. i am from the flurry and frenzy of stacked kitchen benches. i am from the golden orange leaves, the grandmother ghost gum, whose long...
(image courtesy of fruitx2777) there is a quiet beauty in the moments of light that can trickle through what can be, for some, an overwhelming and seemingly bottomless darkness. i want to share a small interaction that i had with another...
(image courtesy of an unknown artist) i don't believe there exists a world without light but the eyes of the mind can be blinded by it. the sun's golden ochre, shimmers at the long corridor's end. yet deep down, i know that no life...
(image courtesy of Psyca-art: Overflowing Emotion) i love you like le papillon; a butterfly. i love you like cats love the soft sun of a dying afternoon. i love you like how i stashed my hot tears down the back of my throat to keep those...
(image courtesy of Psyca-art: Overflowing Emotion) i love you like le papillon; a butterfly. i love you like cats love the soft sun of a dying afternoon. i love you like how i stashed my hot tears down the back of my throat to keep those...
(image courtesy of sara riches) "what's stopping me from doing all 'this'— —gestures at hospital, inpatient eating disorder treatment facility— ...at home?" when i was asked the following question by my treating doctor upon entry to this...
(image courtesy of xaya) - go check them out! <3 yesterday, after i'd shared my latest entry in my heart installation series on a matrix server i'm a part of, a kind internet friend shared this piece with me. i'm not entirely sure...
(image courtesy of unknown artist) i'm not quite sure why this image resonated with me above all else that i've seen recently. perhaps it was the amalgamation of imagery. butterflies have long been a consistent symbol of eating...
"a flowering, withering of the heart" (Juni, 2026) (oil on paper / charcoals / floral collage) a mixed-medium piece exploring the messy, thorny and multi-faceted nature of healing. parts of you growing, withering, blooming, budding in...
(image courtesy of vassilispitoulis) i feel a small, but distinctly chilling shudder ripple through me. i almost didn't notice it, at first. it's fascinating how the body can get used to these kind of occurrences, until each warning sign...