to the loudest part of my life, the hardest to forget, and the easiest to love— happy birthday, jacelanta.

I don’t know what I’m doing with my life—and maybe you don’t either.

What a cruel fate it is, to be born into a body you cannot move out of—only rearrange.

The Ultimate Guide for February 14th.

I feel like we don’t talk about the dynamics behind siblings that grew up through trauma together and drift apart as they get older.

So, here I am…talking about it.

X turns 22.

And suddenly its December again, but I am not 17 anymore.