月子🌙

“that’s the spirit” i say as i gesture to the spirit that’s been haunting my home for years. when will they leave or start contributing to the household by doing something like helping with laundry. when will they pay rent

a motherfucker could use an embrace 

There's something strange and magical about rereading a book ten years after you read it for the first time, and discovering how certain details that you paid little attention to the first time, suddenly resonate with you in new ways, because you are older now, you have the experiences to make sense of what the author was saying all along. Read a book on grief in times of happiness, and it will be a piece of art. Read it after you have buried a loved one, and it will be a mirror.

i simply do not vibe with the concept of having to give away human hours of my life in exchange for the necessities of living

wish i could like. forgive myself for being a person

the numbing sensation that i’m wasting my youth and that i’ll look back on my life with a great deal of regret increases a lot during the summer