i spent $32 on this fucking bowl at the moma and at first i felt bad buying it bc it was so expensive but ive had a terrible day today and every time i look at my lil bowl im like :o) you know what. i can get through anything with this bowl by my side

cannot stand the fact that there are people out there who i love that i don’t even say happy birthday to anymore! there are people living and exsist in this world who i knew better than anyone...and i don’t know how their pets are, i don’t know if they still argue with their father anymore. there are people who i love and will continue to love who live on without me. and maybe i’m a passing thought in their mind but do they know that i love them? that i loved them? that i miss the smell of their house? that i forgot what color their bedroom walls were. that i miss the sound of their mother working in her home office...do they know that my loves spreads endlessly? do they know?!!!!!!!