october. πΏ Β found an old typewriter, which i am now trying to restore. found white flowers, which i have now pressed between pages of books. found newfound strength, found that itβs okay to cry. found new shadows in the changing light. only two months left in year and still: βi keep trying to be delicate. iβm not telling everything.βΒ πΏΒ Β instaΒ πΏΒ
















