had a terrible terrible dream about my mother before waking
she was being so mean, and i just cried and cried
this is why you try and resolve your relationships before people die — but sometimes the other person just isn’t willing. or able 😞
had a terrible terrible dream about my mother before waking
she was being so mean, and i just cried and cried
this is why you try and resolve your relationships before people die — but sometimes the other person just isn’t willing. or able 😞
I’m having such a #MelancholicMonday that I can’t even be bothered to source an image to go along with the feeling
feeling tender and vulnerable and sad
like I need to go out into my day wrapped in a giant soft blankie, or maybe covered in a swell of good-smelling bath bubbles — some kind of protective layer
this was yesterday, not today
what is a key wall, if not a shared storehouse of intention?
discarded heroes