I do not use the word home lightly.
So when I sigh it into the crook of your neck,
Believe that your spine is a timber frame,
Your kiss a welcome mat,
And your enveloping arms my front door.❞
shoutout to all the other ex-gifted & talented/honor student/straight a/senior editor/star student/99th percentile/once-creative burn-outs who have, since high school, realized they are truly miniscule fish in a giant, endless ocean, criticized themselves to the point of creative paralysis, and participated in so much self-sabotage they no longer see the point of doing anything at all because they’re just going to ruin it for themselves anyway
this one’s for you
aha i was waiting for this one!
anon, u r so predictable.
tomorrow i am going to wash my bedding and bake a cake.
SERIOUS TRIGGER WARNING FOR EPISODE FIVE OF MY MAD FAT DIARY SERIES TWO EPISODE FIVE.