trader joe’s tulips and goodwill vases are the only excuses I have to get out of the house anymore.
trips to target for aquaphor and rides to work that have been slowly adding up, mile by mile, minute by minute.
I don’t think I believe in a singular higher power, but I wish I did. I wish I could believe that someone had a plan for me. That I didn’t have to worry so much about making one for my own life, because someone else had my back, knew me enough, and wanted the best for me, to do so. Continue reading the world.