meli

[desdelamiseria]

can we hangout on the floor

[desdelamiseria]

[desdelamiseria]

the world has felt heavy in a way in which its like i’m walking through a room full of things that don’t belong to me. i try to move carefully, but even tenderness gets tired. still, i offer it anyway, because what else is there to do but keep scattering it, hoping for something that recognizes me? i don’t need miracles. i just want my quiet hopes to be seen.