You’re in mourning, and you’re definitely allowed.
I won’t tell you something trite like “feel better.” I will tell you: feel what you need to feel.
And, fuck, I hope you find your glasses.
You’re in mourning, and you’re definitely allowed.
I won’t tell you something trite like “feel better.” I will tell you: feel what you need to feel.
And, fuck, I hope you find your glasses.
it takes a lot of time, and it ebbs and flows. It also sucks. Do what you want when you feel like it, and try not to let others tell you want to feel. Nesting is good in times like these.
it takes a lot of time, and it ebbs and flows. It also sucks. Do what you want when you feel like it, and try not to let others tell you want to feel. Nesting is good in times like these.
You’re in mourning, and you’re definitely allowed.
I won’t tell you something trite like “feel better.” I will tell you: feel what you need to feel.
And, fuck, I hope you find your glasses.
You’re in mourning, and you’re definitely allowed.
I won’t tell you something trite like “feel better.” I will tell you: feel what you need to feel.
And, fuck, I hope you find your glasses.
it takes a lot of time, and it ebbs and flows. It also sucks. Do what you want when you feel like it, and try not to let others tell you want to feel. Nesting is good in times like these.
it takes a lot of time, and it ebbs and flows. It also sucks. Do what you want when you feel like it, and try not to let others tell you want to feel. Nesting is good in times like these.