being willing to ruin your good painting at the chance of a great one.
-the half of it (2020)
i know that her tumblr blog was immaculate
me rn
I yearn for motherhood, yet can’t look my own mother in the eyes. I yearn to give love, yet can’t allow myself to get close enough to be loved. Do I yearn for what I can’t have, or do I just live in an endless cycle of forcing myself into unhappiness.