sometimes you’re alone and the rain is pouring hard outside, and you sit in an empty bakery wondering why the person you used to promise forever with is no longer talking to you. maybe it’s the hurt that they get when they look at you, that ever reminder of you needs to be erased
and maybe such is life, that you must watch from a distance pretending you know nothing about how much this defiant heart of theirs misses you back but that pride and all the uncured wounds would be the demise of this pre-destined connection.
a heartfelt bedtime doodle. goodnight, world.
may all of you wake up to strawberry patissires, creme brûlée and sponge cakes (because I can’t get these delicious treats out of my mind, so I’ve decided to sketch them out and live in the imagination of having eaten them). 🍓
grief after losing a friend is weird. we won’t ever speak again but i still add cinnamon to my coffee just like you did and play mitski on sundays when we used to have breakfast
i think I’ve reached out to everyone. I’ve never been this outgoing in my life. please let me know if I’ve missed anyone out. thank you all for volunteering to be bothered by me.
ㅤꨄ︎ dear reader…
i’m seeking new friendships and friends to dm. if you don’t mind listening to my unfiltered midnight thoughts, random playlist recommendations and receiving cute artwork doodles of my spontaneous daydreams:
please leave a ❤️ on this post!
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