"what is the most psychologically damaging thing you could say to a child?"
loving me for me
I was born into a home in which none of the surviving generations understood it's own name. foundations set with quicksand, doors rotating whichever had the least holes punched into the frame. living there was dangerous, when not one of the members learned how to swim, from struggling to keep my head above water to … Continue reading riptides
where are my words?
count up your regrets, how much hope are you left with?