One thing I struggle with is writing about smells, because irl they absolutely occupy a major part of my sensory environment (chemical scents put me in the highest of moods for some reason eugh) but I'm shit out of luck when trying to describe them.
I sit alone, I drink alone and I write alone. Once I needed conversation and now, I love silence. I remember a rosy cheek gal with a smile of gold. She told…
When your Love Blocks® have taught your nervous system to expect abandonment, even a good relationship can feel unsafe. Healing is learning that you don’t have to stay on guard to protect your heart. Healthy love gives you room to exhale.
cpi guardo attraverso traualantìr per stanchi veggenti di città,
èna pietra d’ambra liquida
q quello onesto
cuando l’angolo di luce al tramonto
ci poggiano sopra ogni sera
qhe usano in birreria o nei bar,
Cuelli di cartone, di varie forme
olleziono sottobicchieri per birra