missing my artemisian summer, those long afternoons pinned to the grass by the sun, sprawled out like a star in surrender, hairline damp with sweat, my shirt tucked beneath my breast, unable to move, each limb heavy as lead, my hair in a tangle of grass, leaves, tobacco, and dirt — and it’s unclear to me where my body ends and where the earth beneath me begins…𓃭 𖤓 𓅃

the second sex

mailing this to my friend in the asylum; it was created during my last psychiatric hospitalization, unfinished

stories i never needed to read

(Loyal to the Vintage edition HM Parshley translation)

♡ thank you. Almost dropped below 100lbs and wasn’t sleeping enough and getting paranoid. Feeling better after just half a week of intentional care

been a week of catchup. taking care of my sleep and diet. gaining a little weight, inducing my 8 hours of sleep. thought I’d make a productive plan for myself today and reminded myself the only commitments I gave myself this past week were to gain weight and rest. ♡