Good morning!

Every day you change, it's like you die a little bit. And you mourn that person, you mourn the you who's gone, but you don't die. You move on, you move into someone new, keeping parts of who you were.

Dear Mother, What dreams of exile, or drowning, or sickness, or the deep, salty, and cold? When the currents stretch out and the waves break your shore, When your raft is on the sea; And you look down the gentle slope of the sky;

I made challah!!

I can’t breathe. I’m haunted by the kiss that you should never have given me.

Do you ever think of me and my two hands?

It's not easy being this sexy. I have everything! Big arms, bright eyes, BPD, lots of freckles, cooking skills, BPD, a wealth of knowledge, BPD,

Mushrooms growing out of my window sills :(.

The mushrooms have overtaken my window and door. Basically! No leaving the apartment... I hope the slide library is okay without me.

–Are you alive?, he asked the girl, Or are you a corpse? –I am only myself.

When I knew love's perfect ache.

I love my ghostly, otherworldly girlfriend!

Good gosh!

Luna... eheheheh... 💛