benni

it feels safe like im small again, sick and feverish with my mom brushing back my hair and whispering comforting things in my ear... its so perfect it makes you cry even though it is not sad... and so i pulled my legs to my chest and lay there, curled and better, even if only for a little while...

today was terrible and beautiful at the same time, but im glad i left the house.

i cant sit here anymore like this.