You were the first: the first piece of clothing that my teenage self identified with, the first piece of clothing that I wanted for a long time before I got it, the first that I spent a lot of money on.
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This Ordinary Day
Recently I read something on Instagram about how after your life shatters around you, you learn to value the ordinary days where more things are whole and… Read more “This Ordinary Day”
unfiltered
Other than this last week, I’ve spent months in silence. Sometimes I think I am too much of a perfectionist about what I post on here, and that’s why it’s so hard for me to post regularly. So here I am posting something that scares my perfectionism to death: unpolished, unedited, unfiltered. Not a story. Just me, spilled onto paper.
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