jazzy | 17 | they/them
how light carries on, even after death. with shortness of breath, you explained the infinite. how rare and beautiful it is to even exist.
if you’ve ever left me a message asking me if I’m okay, or liked a post in which I was ranting about my bad day, or liked a selfie, or just anything nice like that- just know that I remember you, I am grateful for you, and you made my day better with your tiny gesture.
Raise ur hand if u ever feel like your trauma wasn’t “serious” enough to justify your reaction to it and u feel like a fake victim every day of your life!!!!!
