It’s Actually Devastating That I Feel Comfortable In Anyone’s House But My Own

an ode to the rockies

cold damp tree bark

contrasting fixed moss

broken down cabins

and cold lone walks

wet rotted wood

and black fire smoke

slanted tree lines

mountains of snow

i cry to the wind blowing

i cry at the absence of rain

little bear cub unknowing

the reality of the vain

silent dew drops tell

the ancient tales of fallen rain

snow topped trees

whisper secrets

through the crystalized brain

the serenity of the scenery

claws at me with unrelenting fists

“will it ever be more beautiful than this?”

Wrote this last spring, but I’ve been feeling similarly lately so I thought a repost was due.

Happy posting on the Blr?!!??!?

just got rick rolled in the big ‘25

hate to break it to you but if it keeps you up at night it still hurts no matter how hard you try to swallow it

me when it’s Lowkey in my head

need to believe in the positive more fr

Yearning not even for anyone in particular I just want sighhhhhhhh

So exhausted ):

I want people to talk to me soooo bad

I hope I make everyone in my life feel wanted and heard

I hope I am someone people feel they can lean on

I hate Christmas