bunbun 🤍

the realization that you will never return to childhood in which you enjoyed little things went to playgrounds for a walk or play and watched cartoons on TV

gentle reminder: the world does not exchange happiness for suffering so being somewhere you don't like or with someone you don't feel good with anymore is just a betrayal of yourself and nothing more

i love smelling like ice cream caramel vanilla sugar sprinkle cupcakes

oddly enough grief does not decrease at all over time. there’s just more life and everything grows around sadness like a forest around one dead tree

i oscillate between obsession and disinterest