Guilt Is Thick, Like A Quilt Draped Up To My Neck. Thankfully The Sun That Dances On My Wall In The Morning
guilt is thick, like a quilt draped up to my neck. thankfully the sun that dances on my wall in the morning coaxes it into a thin veil. i remember to breathe
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to quote my late father, “everything that feels huge is small, and everything that seems small is enormous” and he’s certainly not the first to have that thought, but when he said it to me, it felt revolutionary. the idea rooted and stuck itself between my ribcage and i’ve carried it with me, so much that it feels like it’s become apart of the fabric of my being
I’m a Living Dead Girl 🧟♀️🖤🩸
