Deep convos are my safe place. My love language is intellectual intimacy. There’s something about peeling back the layers of who we are, tracing the roots of our emotion & mapping out the way our pasts shape our present that feels like home to me.
i've released myself from the shackles of what i thought my journey was "supposed to look like" i'm just addicted to getting shit done & i can fine-tune things as i go along, fuck perfection.