angry
I don’t know how to be angry and kind at the same time, so I pick one or the other, and usually ‘kind’ wins because I was socialized female and I don’t feel com...
I don’t know how to be angry and kind at the same time, so I pick one or the other, and usually ‘kind’ wins because I was socialized female and I don’t feel com...
And in the meantime, I’ll listen to Chester Bennington sing my favorite song, in his beautiful voice from beyond the grave, and I will keep looking for the choi...
Maybe that’s trauma. Maybe that’s taking it for granted. Maybe I can’t see it because I don’t think it exists.
It is easier to fall apart when it’s safe.
I want to exist in a different experience, so I suppose I need to build it for myself.
It’s June. It is twenty days away from the anniversary of a fixed point in time. It is two years ago and it is twenty years ago. The grief pulls at me and...