I know I love you because when I think about letting you down I start to sink. The way you laugh and press your fingers to your forehead, like you’re preventing your whole body from cracking. I know I love … Continue reading I know I love you
I am writing to you amidst a happily comfortable scene. From the top down -a messy bun, an oversized shirt I stained with cleaning supplies, hand-me-down running shorts, and calf length Frida Kahlo socks slipped into teal blue Birkenstocks that … Continue reading Dear 25-Year-Old Me,
