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ok we just laughed until our ribs got tired. Now what

your unreliable narrator fucking bit me

thats not how they told it

did you seriously just let it linger

is this a life? i don’t know. i make another cup of coffee. stare at a tree from my balcony. write in my journal. take a hot shower. i call my sister and say nothing of value. she listens anyway. i make another coffee. read a book that gives me bad dreams. pick up my pen to write and put it back down. another flip of the calendar i carry in the center of my chest. i am learning to let my heart open up again

I think you carry the people you’ve loved with you forever, not in a ‘you can never get over them’ way but more like loving them changed you and it meant something and you have to make peace with that

the front seat of the car is a type of confessional

“hot girl summer” no dummy it’s anguished woman autumn so are you coming to wander the moors with a lantern and a nightgown in the pouring rain or not because we leave at 8

haunting the narrative, handsome?

i love the taste of crunchy salt and vibrant lemon and the freshness of mint, i love the bitter taste of coffee with a hint of sweet oat milk and cinnamon, i love the smell of springtime, the fresh flower blooms and tender seedlings, the burst of colors painting into fields. i love sitting in the warmth of the sun for hours until my body melts. i love the deep breath of a new day where i may continue being. i am so thankful to move and breathe and be and love.