your writing always gives me the deepest desire to reach inside my ribs and pull out all of the ache—let my nerves heal from where they’ve become threadbare—to grow myself by spilling ink like blood at every possible precipice I encounter, a written flood, to purge myself of the toxicity that lingers within. to encourage the flowers to bloom inside my chest, and sunshine to leak from my soul. thank you for writing what you do—for gently, unknowingly pushing my heart to find solace in verse. 💗
oh wow — i don’t even know what all i can say to that except ... like, thank you for your kind words. it means a lot to me that you found something in my words and that it has helped you feel a little lighter, a little more at peace. you have such beautiful flowers to grow, such color and vibrancy to show the world. 💛✨
