This is the year I'm choosing love, so I guess that goes for myself as well. Hail, Mary, hale and weal, it's time to forgive myself.
Category: Who Am I?
It's time we stop victim-blaming the Eight of Swords, y'all.
You cannot have your cake donut and eat it, too.
I wish I knew what to do with drafts. Unfinished, half-finished, all-but-finished, basically done, rough, unpolished drafts. …
I am spinning. I am spiraling. I am falling apart. I am separating. We have separated. … after sixteen years. … And I don't know who I am without him.