tiny raindrop

I've posted it before but as her day of arrival here approaches I may as well do it again. Behold: Baby Bridget! <3

what do you mean i didn’t reach out i literally thought about you

i don’t know how to ask for help i disappear and come back when i’m good

to be immune to pain is to have never been chosen by love. suffering is proof that once something mattered enough to ruin you

i keep thinking about this: maybe love isn’t a destination or a possession but an influence. a force that changes your shape. that helps you become. and when it’s gone, it doesn’t mean you’ve lost it. it means you’ve absorbed it. the people who leave don’t take it with them. they leave it behind in you.

love is about transforming. about leaving someone better than you found them, even if you had to leave. and i hope i’ve done that. i hope somewhere, someone is still listening to a song i showed them. still laughing at something i said. still drinking their coffee the way i do. we don’t belong to each other but we do belong to the versions of ourselves we became in each other’s presence and in that way, we never truly lose anyone.

it's not problematic if she likes that you're violently possessive of her

Do u ever look at someone’s lips and u just wanna mmmmmmmmm

"you are so mature and strong" thanks but I want the childhood I never got to experience back and I don't want to be strong, I just want a peaceful life

nobody needs to know anything about me