Soft memories and crushing nostalgia

🕊 I am grateful for all the opportunities presented to me

🕊 I am grateful for always learning and growing

🕊 The universe continues to provide for me despite any fears and doubts

— Jenna, Waitress (via hplyrikz)

Clear your mind here

You cracked eggshell armour, snapped hands that could not hold on the time they were supposed to. (It was guilt and love and guilt of love).

I am not worth explanation. I crack mirrors and bleed from my reflection. Seven years doubles, triples, expands from my chest and into yours. I fall

into sadness, call it peace. I love nothing, something, everything. I stay awake and wait for this, cry myself to life, pretend to care

for something else, pretend the feeling will grow a different face, that I’ll name a bus stop, lecture hall after the feeling without the feeling morphing

“you are the smell before rain / you are the blood in my veins”