Thursday, May 16, 2024

I’ve stopped trying to make sense of the what’s happening or anyone else’s bullshit. And I don’t know if that means I’m healing, or it’s another unhealthy coping mechanism.

I hope to fuck I’m healing.

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All the grief that swallows us whole is pooling over the edges and bleeding into everything; changing the shape of what it touches.