a big fat storm blew the roof off and my poor little attic bedroom suffered severely. my room was perfectly teenagery; covered in pictures and filled with vinyls, books and instrument. it was truly a relic. missing you forever xoxo
something so comforting about waking up in the room you grew up in as a kid
itβs such a familiar yet distant view, like waking up to a past life - the posters, the books, the shelves lined with stuffed animals and random trinkets
We had an old pitchfork laying in tall grass with the tines pointing up and me and my sister were playing tag. So I was running very fast and caught it on my leg and then fell on it.
I didn't go to the hospital even though I should've, and now like 11 years later I have a funny round scar on my ankle.
