Perusing and pursuing the peculiar.
Rambling a little bit about healing from heartbreak.
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A flash fiction scribble about leaving, and the people who keep doing it.
Reflecting on how depression takes grace and poise away from me.
When the heart was too fragile for sense, I wrote a list.
Nearly three years ago, I met a boy who didn’t feel things. He was strange, and I liked strange people.