Hey. I'm Polyhymnia-Annabelle "Jitters" Guilecinta-Senese. Other names include Polly, Sarah, Sam, Pepper, Abigail, Covet, Katako, or just Annabelle, though most everyone calls me Polly. You can also probably just refer to me as a random noun and I'd dig it.

I mostly just play slop, write, or engage in bouts of wanting.

Also gay.

If you see my TF2 Items, most of them are references to formative media or favorites of mine in one way or another, usually paired with idioms for fun, though some are more wholly original.

Here's some of my actual writings, just cause.

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Teeth and toil, hard at work,
Knees in soil, hands in murk.
Chores to earn one’s life and limbs,
Lies to self in blessed hymns.
Garden guard with sharpened silence,
Hushed tones are one’s sole defiance.

Her lungs sleep with the daisies.



Stomach. Lovesick. Always. Churning.
Twisting. Trapped in. Famine. Burning.
Achey heart in throat, gut turning.
Raucous hunger. Undiscerning.
Vacant, countless bites from learning,
Eating never stops the yearning.

With heart of feldspar, and soul of sterling, her first bites are taken alone.
The isolation wanes with each mouthful, appeasing a desire deeper than hunger.

“You don’t have to be by yourself anymore.
Because I love you.”



My first true love, our eternal endeavor, yet never was there a quicker forever.