One of my posts finally reached 100 notes
and im like
We are devastated by the situation in Palestine and we pray for a peaceful solution.
Tbt to my NY frenz
Slowly being reminded of how horrible this place is
The hardest part of leaving is not knowing when I’ll see you again
There’s a small scab on my arm that I peeled. I ripped off the posters from my off-white, Braille painted walls. There are now patches where each corner used to be. There is a lot of rain and a lot of whooshing of cars and everything seems damp and humid and quiettt. I will be gone from this place soon. I will be apart from these bodies that I adore and decorate with kisses and hope to keep warm. And there are lots of things uncertain at this point in my life.