Short Note For My Mid 20 Somethings. I Feel Like I’m Stagnating And That’s Hard. I Feel Like I Hit

Sir, I'm all bra wires and FUPA. Cheesecake is the way to my heart.

damn I require so much reassurance

Franz Wright, from Earlier Poems; “Poem in Three Parts: 2. The Wound”

[Text ID: The wound that never healed but learned to sing.]

I am so in love with him, and he makes me feel so small. I know I should let go, I'd be so lonely even if he gave me the title. I need romance, I need safety. I need so much more than costume sex, and a couple of hangouts. But, God the hurt of it all. Am I grieving the loss of him? Or, the death of the hopeful girl in me? I know I'll never be the same...but I gotta let go. I gotta let go.

Silly you, smitten me.

Play by yourself. I have a suitcase full of fucks and I wear at least one everyday.

Some days are okay. Some days the universe dissects your soul. You know, to see whether you're made of the stuff of staying alive.

Fight your fight like there are no gods.

No one is having as much fun as Margot Robbie rn. No one.