I desperately tried to hold all the pieces in my hands because I had this dooming feeling that if I let them slip through my fingers, they would assemble into a mosaic of utter despair of a past I cannot change.
a lot of the things i post on my private insta should definitely be going on twitter or going here, but most of my friends/acquaintances don’t have those apps and then if i stop posting those things, who’s gonna make them laugh