"In disappearing people always worry that I’m not okay, but I can disappear because I am. I’m doing myself small kindnesses. I bought new bedsheets because it’s finally warm enough to sleep with bare legs and I love the way they feel, and my room is filled with smoke from cinnamon candles and incense that I know aren’t good for me but I love the movement in the light and I wish I could still smell them but somehow it doesn’t really matter because this feels like my place, and it might be littered in energy drink cans and clothes and takeout boxes but it doesn’t matter because I’m alone here."
-- Beth Rose [quote is from a 2018 post]










