What kind of writer do I want to be?
preserving the light
theres nothing funny about depression. but if there was– it would be here.
The wolf in me is getting restless.
do what the fuck you wanna do
the aftermath of learning to shape-shift oneself into non-existence.
a set of curated photos and a little explanation as to where I’ve been lately.
Happy Birthday to my sister of the moon
Summer is ending and I’m left wondering, did it ever begin within me? It seems…
from a person without a single ounce of resiliency to enough for everyone.