i wrote a poem for a very first time in years, it's called the tempest's retire PINNEDmy mind turns at this din of night the shore far yet still in sight narrowly past 4, as i write away i then wonder, has ship left bay? the ship behind time the hour, to turn away disenchant had lingered a shadow of regret's dead ringer? The dial... See More »
i quietly offered this girl my umbrella and nodded when she looked at mewe were at a traffic light under the sun waiting to be able to cross but she probably thought I was a human trafficker 🥲 because she ran away when we were able to cross and did the thing to stop at the next shop when you think someone's following... See More »
all i do anymore is write on my little journal, read my little book, watch a little nba, and wait for a friend to come aroundbeing an adult is hard haha. any advice you wanna give ?
i still wonder, what would be more helpful for me, to care or give it all upi honestly wished i would care less and be more numb but that seems to be against my nature
here is me admitting that it is something i may always want but can never haveand i hope for things to change one day. doesnt need to be soon but one day
back to back to back depressive episodes for december3 in a row, a personal record ✨ i feel like the NBA
me an my mum's shared love of cute animalsher sending me ai videos of animals 🤝 me sending her actual videos of actual animals
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