I mean everyone is slowly, and sure, it feels worse when you're hurting, but congratulations: you're still alive. (or: more meditations on loneliness and endings)
and neither is my body, sorry John Mayer. but i'm still gonna talk about it against my better judgment!
meditations and rumination over letting go, endings (not always happy) and accepting the pain that goes along with them
a word vomit-esque delight involving the slow inevitable mental breakdown I’ll have soon
or how I learned how to communicate more directly with others about my needs and desires
i promise this has a point
LET IT OUT, SWEATIES!
an exploration of trauma, ancestral healing, and chronic illnesses— part one
a reflection on pride, queerness and the state of the world
I’m tired, you’re tired, we’re all tired.
anyone who says otherwise? let me meet them lol
…you should probably answer?
