If they wanted to, they would.
gonna be a tough thing deciding which writing to post here and which to save for the records. lately i’ve been writing constantly from morning to night. not for any reason. just a compulsion. having conversations and my hands are simultaneously typing away in a world and ambience of their own. ambidextrous brain. master of none.
we all deserve someone who at the end of the day says “ i missed u so much today ”
healing involves a lot more grieving than you’d expect. progress hurts. you’re moving on from things that happened but also things you wished would happen and never did. mourning does not mean you are not getting better.
The Nile River flooding by the Giza Pyramids. October 31, 1927.
daily fucking reminder that you are allowed to want attention and that does not make you a bad person.
in case no one’s told you in a while. you are valid.





