Sorry for what I said while I was lonely

how it feels to have a crush when you’re pushing 30

Honestly I’d give a kidney just to sleep through the night at this point. And how are you, app formally known as Twitter? I love being invisible on the internet.

I listened to a full retelling of “Fire and Blood” HouseoftheDragon set to Radiohead “where is my mind” and I am RUINED.

Solitude, half a Turkish Royal, and unfiltered rage. Fuck.

“We’re just two people who spent years of our lives knowing each other’s business.”

“She only ever wanted love.”

“I invite my hopelessness for tea.”

Empathy is a muscle.

A stag in the morning and a pack of coyotes an hour before midnight both in the backyard on New Year’s Eve; what does that mean for 2026?

I am not problematic, I am imperfect. So is she. We promised each other forever. But I’d rather see her happy without me than navigate a life of resenting a level of negativity that I perpetuated. Love goes on. The “we” does not. 10.31.18

The Universe put me where I was needed at the time that it needed me. Here’s to a better life, rediscovering myself, and becoming myself again. Cheers to the #firehorse

It feels like we’re flirting but I don’t know how to do that anymore.

I still want to tell you about my day. I still want to ask for your opinion on things I am doing. I still want to make you laugh. But I don’t think that I am in love with you anymore. I carry you, in my ruined heart, but I think I have set you free. For good.

CRAZY thrift pull

I learned to love the worst thing that ever happened to me.

My heart is still heavy but my eyes are bright.