if you start reading books again. you will feel at least a little better. i promise.

the start of the worst month for kafka

july will be soft and sweet.

welcome sweet july

growing up feels like drifting further from the shore of everything that once felt safe, when joy was easy and time felt endless.

tomorrow will be softer.

when sylvia plath said if i get through this year, no matter how badly, it will be the biggest victory i've ever done. and i felt that in my bones.

matcha and journaling are saving me in such an intimate way this summer

i need to remember who i was before i knew the world.

summer is for black coffee. oat milk matcha. reading the diaries of long deceased authors. writing in your own diary. sketches. curl and wilt.

the weird dichotomy of falling in love with your new life whilst grieving your old one at the same time.

being grateful because missing what you leave is proof that you loved it.

you have to trust in all of the grassy fields you will roll in and all of the faces you will hold between your hands and all of the books and films that will make you cry.

there's a version of me that didn't make it through, i carry her every day.

who am i without romanticizing everything around me?.

the ultimate indulgence for any morning routine

i am made up of everything i love.

morning affirmations : .im not lost because i exist in everything.

i shall let june pass through, i shall let june be kind too.