scríbhneoireacht

i love my female friendships. that's it. that's the piece.

another open letter-sometimes i feel like i'm too heartbroken. but maybe that just means i was so full of love to begin with.

feeling down; taking inspiration from past writings. wondering if i have a victim complex and should read a self-help book.

you said I'm the purest person you ever met. I don't know how to write about us.

a piece derived from lines of inspiration in my notesapp 

listening to the bleachers on repeat for this one lol

been suffering badly with my anxiety the past couple of weeks.

I’m a perfectionist, I need to perfect the art of being okay with imperfection.

"so pick me. choose me. love me. I'll be at Joes tonight, so if you do decide to sign the papers, meet me there." 

is it breaking no-contact if i address you in my writings?

maybe rotting in bed can be beautiful sometimes, maybe I'm excusing it.

received a pull and bear package-broke down and subsequently jotted the feelings down