As a gift when I turned 16 my aunt gave me this blue floral notebook that I've kept in my car and I've written tons of poetry in over the last 2 years. I don't really share much out it because a lot of it is personal but I'm starting to think I should make a Twitter thread...
Never thought I'd say this but I'm boycotting Kwik trip. Got a reduced bakery item for the low low after work thinking it was gonna be a dank raspberry danish like the package said... It was not. Fkn apple. And I'm allergic to apples. What if I die?
sometimes you need to repot yourself in a better environment so you can finally grow. just like a plant outgrows its pot, your soul craves a space where it can stretch and thrive. breathing new air, shedding old habits, trusting the changes, finding the right room to bloom.