full of grief because i was full of love. while i am trying to move forward, my heart still carries the weight of what it refuses to let go, even after the chapter has ended. part of me is still mourning because i dared to believe in 'forever' in a world designed to be temporary.
praying for all the innocent people of iran and west asia who will suffer as a result of this fuckhead’s violent and inhumane actions. whether he goes through with it or not, its sickening to think he’s threatening a genocide and people still blindly support him.