i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

my heart keeps getting tired from missing someone who’s not coming back

and just like that, I’m back in the same place I fought so hard to get out of

R&B with a hint of rain

I'm still here, somehow.

i hope everyone finds softness & love soon

There’s something healing about creating a home you genuinely love being in.