We need to say more of this, not really to other people, but for ourselves. “Fuck Off.”
Two little words. So eloquent.
Couple of Aubrie Musings and Heartstrings
Writing from whatever the fuck moves me to. Maybe you'll enjoy some of it… most of it is a heart on the mend.
We need to say more of this, not really to other people, but for ourselves. “Fuck Off.”
Two little words. So eloquent.
When whispers stay and sit on your ear. What does that mean? Are they different voices from every place you’ve been and from throughout time, or, if you listen very closely, is it the same voice? Unmoving. Is it your voice?