i am still “working” on not feeling guilty for restingfor too long, i’ve been forced to shoulder burdens that weren’t mine to carry and now my body is aching for it. my upper back throbs in...
the kind of romance i craveskin the colour of scorched earth mind poised as the moon someone who cleanses me like the ocean shows me the beautiful and the sublime...
resilience (ii)to have been thrown alone down the blackest of holes a thousand times on end to have locked eyes with singular death stretched to the...
the spectacle of free willand are we not all being swept along the same river, towards the one true destination?
there is no right way to be a womanyou can be strength and vulnerability thinker and feeler dangerous curves and sharp edges fire and water all at once