t(-.-t) ♫ ⊹ treating this app like a diary, with song lyrics, dumb retweets, & the occasional su!c!dal thoughts
⊹ unserious, so don’t read too much into my sh!t
Turns out the stages of grief are real, but I’m starting to question if they’re actually 5.
Because “acceptance” sounds like an absolute fucking myth right now.
No more videos to pause to catch you mid-smile
No more silly jokes and stickers to laugh at
No more poems and love letters to read and swoon over
No more voice notes to hear and catch myself holding my own hand, wishing it’s yours