
I was chatting to my nan the other day and she said this and it stuck with me. It’s a phrase that’s been used in songs and poetry and quoted by many famous people. It’s certainly true though.
Nan, you’re wonderful 🖤
I was chatting to my nan the other day and she said this and it stuck with me. It’s a phrase that’s been used in songs and poetry and quoted by many famous people. It’s certainly true though.
Nan, you’re wonderful 🖤
Yep. It’s a day.
Death ransacked then left.
A blooming grove. A childless mother. Requited love.
The entire concept was completely ridiculous…it just might work.
She began to heal when she began to feel.
Books build minds.
Dark and light swirled, forever in tandem. Simply existing.
Yellow is his colour; warm, bright, beautiful.
Hers was an appetite for distraction.
Are tears just salty soul tea?
Respectfully, get utterly fucked.
Kittens, though.
In the arms of anyone else he felt entirely alone.
They called her strange as though it was an insult.
“Tea time?” … “Tea time.”
She was all flowers and ferns.
The road was long but someone had to walk it.
She finally knew love. It tore her apart.