snail, in a plunge pool

✽ there is SO much anxiety in my body. in my back, my stomach, my legs, and arms. i wish it would stop, i'm exhausted ✽ i understand days best. weeks and years not so much. months somewhat, and minutes ✽ inside my heart you might find some fruit and a few big friendships ✽ my big pink blanket, usually a source of comfort, now feels like a manifestation of my loneliness ✽ my body carries a lot more shame than it has the capacity for ✽ must write everything down

where in the world

  • a room at my parents' house
  • +91 ***** *****
  • in voice notes