Shatter.

Bittersweet memories of broken glass.

the shards crushed under our hurried feet.

Whispering cracks that shed the wind between them.

and the sadness of a lost comfort sphere, caked in red.

Small, hard, and cutting.

College Tomorrow

Hardest car ride home alone ever. Knowing the life im leaving behind, and the empty room i was going home to. I probably almost crashed, but i couldnt see. The tears were too thick.

Rosemary sea salt foccatchia. Lemon walnut scone. Apricot, strawberry, and crunchy sugar butters.

I love my hair... When it listens