oh no, a poem about yearning for Love

my mom got me good running shoes so I don’t fuck up my knees and they came today and I don’t even care to take them out of the box.

I need to go to the river about this.

and other times it’s more delicate, but where there is enough love and care the dance can be learned and maintained.

and sometimes you meet someone so aligned you can help but dance and it’s easy and intuitive and precise without thought that is a gift.

boundaries are a dance , and some people just don’t want to dance with you , on an energetic level.

I can’t wait to be wanted That Way again.

ok so a combo of this site and @AREdotNA is tumblr for grown ups but neither have customization options for self expression, who’s building this?.

my tears taste like blood.

remind me to write on substack about boundaries when I have a brain again.

found these little old school infographics on my favorite artsy site where I look at visually pleasing things to still my anxious mind

I’m such a virgo over here like ok let’s study grief let’s do it correctly knowledge is power.

what is your number one tip for grieving?.

those people who wish to be seen as reliable without being relied upon.

I’ll hold myself because I need to be held, hand gripping my forearm.

why is this happening?

and sometimes you being the problem is not having boundaries with people you should.

I think I’m about to start my period too smh.

I’m so glad I chose to love you and I’m so grateful you let me.

tweeting about this all feels so fucking lame I’m so sorry.

this feels so selfish but I feel like I can’t go be with my friends who are also mourning until I have done some of my own mourning because I am such the momma friend and anytime I speak with someone I am helping them grieve and then I break to pieces after.