anon.

all my words are bloated with other people's words, and i hate that you made me a cliché.

instant

this feels so wrong. i have nowhere to put my feelings.

still life.

hope does not disappoint us

whether well-fed or hungry

we have the mind of Christ

then we shall see face to face

the fragrance of life

unveiled faces

the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort

who alone is immortal and who lives in unapproachable light

a quiet life.

Letters 2.

i'm looking forward to one day being able to answer 'good' when someone asks me how i am
but then again the last time i looked forward to one day it didn't work out so well

Letters.

i imagined myself with a new name

By the way

I'm not desperate. But you should have fought for me.