SunflwrMoonshineMist

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

"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

i'm sort of between graves right now

got one foot in the grave but it could go anywhere. any grave. could be yours. if you want it.

brb, rewiring my brain to appreciate simplicity, stability, slowness

Deep conversations are mind sex.

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2 tickets to the moon please

happy Barely Keeping It Together Wednesday to all who celebrate

once you start seeing progress you never wanna stop.

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