the way that the open window at nighttime will generate smells that only existed in a dream from when you were 8
“Self-care is how you take your power back.”
— Unknown
Have you ever dreamed of someone you’ve never met, but your soul swears they belong to you?
In school, I struggled with writing-heavy projects. Everyone else seemed to have no issue writing essays, while it felt impossible for me. I would spend hours just looking at a blank page, thinking through how to start.
When I told my 8th grade teacher that I would be handing in another essay late, he offered to grade my first draft so I could spend more time catching up on other projects.
He understood why I struggled when I told him I didn’t write drafts. I only ever submitted the best version I could manage in one sitting, but only after thinking about the entire essay altogether over multiple weeks.
I’m really trying to learn and understand, while also letting go of that. I want to paint and write and create without over analyzing each step, burning out before I start.
I didn’t know what I was saying.
I didn’t know what we were doing.
We could have been everything. I shouldn’t have pushed you away when it got hard. You shouldn’t have gone to her. You treated me like a friend when we were so much more.
Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Nikos Kazantzakis
—Sylvia Plath, Letter to Aurelia Plath, 4th May 1962
february; sequoia national forest, california
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Crashing out over an old lost love. A safe space for my thoughts and mild optimism. 2025She/They
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