at the end of all things.

oh, to be loved without having fear of being replaced, or to be chosen without being compared.

I feel disconnected and under loved and something familiar but unnamed. Maybe I’ll bake cookies. I’ll probably just go to bed at 6

As the year is ending soon... this is your friendly reminder that you didn’t waste your year. any moments of happiness or comfort, any small accomplishments, they all matter. this has been a really hard year, and simply surviving is something to be proud of. 🤎

hey so anyone else just, feel thin. sort of stretched. like butter scraped over too much bread. like you need a holiday. a very long holiday. and you don't expect you shall return? or is that just me and bilbo baggins