vixi

they should invent a version of this old story where no one has to leave first & a brooklyn that isnt too cold tonight & friends that arent three years away & an absence of someone else that doesnt feel liek the absence of yrslef & a grief u can put down if only for an isntant even if grief is just love with no place to go

every day i get my heart ripped out & every day i simply just continue

so much unprocessed grief so little human contact something more happens something awful or sad & you think you don't even have any room left to ache properly you let yourself have one quick sob & u plunge your hands back into the sink & wash the dishes & the next day it's the same. more of the same

if ur wondering what the fuck is wrong with me imagine how i feel

The excitement when I spot stars in the sky is unmatched