Pinned
I made this account as a way of coming back to myself. The minutiae chipped away a lot of me while I was not looking, so I am standing here bare, wounded, open. I loved books and I loved literature and I loved being in my room. A lot of that has been taken away from me, so this blog is like sitting in my teenage bedroom again - a sanctuary of all that I am and all that I have been, a place outside of time. Welcome, we believe in the sea as an extension of the cosmic horizon here, just as we believe in the ghost haunting the east corner of our room. He says he loves the warm night lamp light. We have windows that open to hills and a mind that does not stop inquiring. Grab a blanket and come sit with me. We have acres to cross, and in the wise words of Ursula K Le Guin, I can’t go without you.