deviIinpink

laughter lines needs serious editing. like i tend to just copy and paste from my docs and apparently i missed a huge chunk

deviIinpink

nearly 10 months since ma passed away. it still feels so surreal. every time time i walk past her room, my eyes linger on the door. it feels like she's right right inside folding cloths and listening to some mellow music, humming along. the thought is nice. so i never open the door. it feels less lonely that way.