formative years? aren’t they all?

you are too good for someone to be unsure about you

the right person would never want the filtered version of you

calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.

Not "belongs to me"; "belongs with me."

healing happens in circles, not lines. you will return to old places with new eyes.

grief is so crazy like what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. does she know i loved her. i miss her so much. i catch myself doing things she used to do. i wish i could call her. i miss her so much. i do a crossword puzzle. i cry while washing the dishes. does she know i loved her? my heart feels like a hummingbird. i miss her so much. what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. what if i forget.

Sorry but I’ll never be over the fact that Caitlyn opened the door to the cell and Vi just. leans harder into the wall. The way that she’s so stuck in her head that she doesn’t care that the door is open. She feels like she’s lost everything so what’s the point in even moving. The door is open but she can’t escape the darkness in her own head. And Caitlyn steps into that dark place that Vi knows so well and reaches out for her, with love and compassion and patience. just, there’s really something about Caitlyn coming into Vi’s dark place, being like if you won’t come out then I’ll come in and share it with you that is so touching. is it surprising that Vi’s response is passionate and immediate and all consuming when Caitlyn walks into the prison in her mind and tells her that she’s seen, that she’s understood, that she’s not alone?