arthur

this blog is a museum of my heart

me [coming to terms with a truth about myself]: hm..................................................... unfortunate

there was no perfect path. you did not get punished. your life did not unravel when you made a left turn. the memory will always be there. you can visit whenever you want. there is no alternate timeline where you made a better choice and got a happier ending. you were a little girl chasing the ice cream truck, playing hopscotch, swinging and aiming for the never ending blue. yes, the grief was waiting up ahead. but so was the miracle of saturdays in a car headed wherever you wanted to go. enough sky to wrap around every wound. friends who, despite your perennial bouts of silence, kept an ear close at all times.

Oh shittttt I forgot this was my one wild and precious life

forget about touching grass, i need to touch THE SEA I NEED TO GO INTO THE WATER I NEED TO DIVE INTO THE SEA!!!!!!!!!!!!

Btw "I Have An Intense Yet Welcome Feeling Of Genuine Love For You And Even Though You May Not Feel The Same, I'm Grateful To Have Rediscovered My Capability Of Feeling This Way All Thanks To You"

there is still time. there is still time. until your bones are in the fucking ground there is still time.