I can’t live here
In my body, I mean
I can’t live in my body all the time it feels too much
So if I ever feel far away know I am not gone
I am just underneath my grief
Adjusting the dial on my radio face so I can take this life with all of it’s love and all of it’s loss
merppp ok ok ok it’s really not nice of grad programs to make you wait forever and a day to know whether or not you got an interview. ughhh like please tell me yes/ no so i can let my anxious heart rest a little. yeah?
“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.” -Neil Gaiman
My first New Year’s Message, and still the best of them. Tonight I’ll write a new one, and I do not yet know what it will say.