A 🧵on loss.
The more I tell this story, the more heartbreak, details and memories I dig up and so here it goes. I've never shared it out in public but the message in it, is to love hard, to love fiercely and to never settle.
So how's everybody doing in their modern day psychosis? Is everybody okay? Have you drank some water? Have you managed to get eight hours of sleep? These are the real questions that need to be answered.
I’m fairly neutral in my politics.
I generally treat everyone how they treat me and I want people to just live their lives regardless of whatever they choose to do from a societal point of view.
But you just can’t help to loudly say “What the fuck?” with all of this heinous shit going down and nothing is being done about it.