so much of adulthood is just grieving in secret. grieving ex lovers, grieving dead friendships, grieving your parents sinking into old age, grieving the person you thought you'd grow into. grieving cities you never got to live in. grieving parts of you that couldn't survive.
Not sure anyone cares but I’m getting off this cesspool on this and my vanilla account.
I did make a bluesky if you’re interested in staying in touch. Just morganmordant over there too.
Bye babes 👋🏻
the cycle of not being touched and then feeling disgusting and unattractive because you haven’t been touched so you don’t want to be touched is fucking brutal