=audrey=

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

The notes in this 🖤

weed isn’t even a drug to me she’s more like a girlfriend

happy birthday baby i love u so much

You can still make a beautiful life for yourself even if you lost many years of it to abuse, mental illness, or trauma

really wanna live in a peaceful seaside ghibli town with ambiguous european architecture and bakeries and maybe a field right outside of town where i can have picnics with the love of my life tbh