lenya

and also fuck the fig tree analogy, i am insatiable i have a very wide mouth i will make them fit

sometimes i wonder what life would look like if my first wlw relationship didn’t mess me up the way it did, i believe i‘d be a fundamentally different person now and i try not to dwell on it but sometimes i really do mourn that version of myself

may my world be vast, may you always be a part of it.

this is such an old story, i don‘t even know where to begin. love grows old and it dies. love grows old and it dies.

currently busy looking for god on cornerstones and cemeteries

thinking about loss and leaving and life in general like yes it tore me open but yes it taught me a lot about love