mlky strwbrry

in your 20s you must rediscover the joys of arts and crafts to stave off spiritual decay

the idealized version of my tomorrow self will fix this

not again

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.

[gripping the edge of the sink with trembling hands, eyes bloodshot] i do not need to be good at the things i love to do them

sometimes life puts you in the same situation again to see if you’re still a dumbass