Marton has been my main creative outlet during the hell of this year and recovering from the previous. It helps me feel like I have a body at all. Freeing my soul, facilitating self care and socializing when all my bodily signals tried to dictate otherwise.
i've seen, experienced, and done so much horrible stuff that i don't know if i'll ever overcome this constant disassociation
we're in the vc talking about hygiene, said mention should condition your bush, and someone says "bad comms," "comms from purgatory"
I'm still finding my footing, but every day is genuinely a little brighter and I often look forward to being alive, and seeing my own eyes and my friends' staring back at me
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Somebody brought me a jar of homemade honey. The first spoonful brought me right back to my childhood and the smell of the beehives on my grandfatherβs farm. It was like Marcel and the petite madeleine.
It's been two months since I last felt the warmth of a freaky lesbian because I've been locking in on class, therapy, and Marathon ranked


















