i feel bad that you’re angry, but i’m sorry, i don’t care for what it’s worth. if it ever comes down to me or you, you’re probably going to die.

sometimes you just gotta smell the roses.

after years of being abused, harassed, criticised and judged by the man who called me his soulmate, i just had my lovely current partner bring me a coffee, pain au chocolat (warmed through no less) and a spliff to me while i’m soaking in an oat bath after a skin flare.

i deserve this and it feels really good.

you know when someone does something so thoughtful and affectionate and romantic that it kinda floors you because it challenges everything you know about love and relationships and intimacy?

well, fuck. guess my broken heart is beating again.