memories like twinkling stars to keep
I love you forever. To the moon and beyond it, as far as infinity goes.
Category: on Grief
if love does not harm me, is it real?
I want love to harm me but only when it must. And I want to be what love has harmed, because if it harms another, does that not mean I was not loved enough?
a Traveling Dragon/on Books I've Read/on Chosen Family/on Chronic Illness/on Generational Trauma/on Grief/on Mental Health/on Perimenopause/Ten Things
ten things: bitch what is going on
I'm really fucking depressed most of the time, is what I'm saying. I am fucking struggling. I am having days where I have so many mood swings that I feel like I...