creepy nostalgia

[teasp_oon]

Every time I come here I am in awe of how verbose and vulnerable I used to be. The reckless abandon with feelings, names, and details that nobody ever asked for. Not to say I'm any less vulnerable these days--I am. I've most likely inherited the genetic (but undiagnosed) anxieties that I see in my mother, father, uncles, aunts, cousins, sisters,

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[fistfuloftheory]

'it was self-assurance and overcompensation to assume that my only beauty was my way with words'

you're on your way to writing your own Trick teaspoon - stay on the path of vulnerability and forced practice! This place was such a feeling, and your presence here made it magical.

Love you! Baby is latched on to my right breast as I type this