"It wasn’t until I was sitting on the floor of my shower
hyperventilating your name into my hands
when I realized that you were the air I struggled to breathe
and I wasn’t even the dirt under your fucking finger nails”
Journal entry 10/16/14
"We’re strong enough that we can still help people. We’re strong enough that we don’t have to be afraid, and we don’t have to hide."
back when i was a bee keeper my bees were really gentle and one time i scooped up a handful of them and i got rly emotional and wanted to kiss them and i essentially faceplanted myself into a palm full of bees while crying and that’s an important fact about me