https://open.spotify.com/track/5UcE1K5pwdZG6nYds0OYrV?si=9PuV-Gp9QhWJqsNahgXtSg There's no where I could run There's no where I could hide There's no where I could go That You won't find me
I woke up with a heart of anxiety today, and that quickly led to dread. Dread for all the things that could happen, dread as I replayed and overthought speculations and events whose residues laid on my heart over and over again in the span of an hour.
I decided to make my own book marks. post-card thick paper watercolor paint, a scissor to cut into rounded rectangles ét voila: #coviddays
I’ve known seeing someone I love point a kitchen knife to their neck, to their belly. I’ve known being choked to the point the still lights above me started glimmering and dancing. I’ve known saying no feebly in my drugged stupor so many times as he tried to take off my bra. I’ve known engaging …