fingers running through my soapy scalp as i sat on the stool with my knees to my chest. both naked and warm. listening to soft coos on how curly n long it is and how fun it would be to do our daughters hair. i’ve never felt more safe

us fr

it will always be so funny to me that we were born in the seasons we despise. spring is my time, winter is hers. how persephone and hades of us

something about that heals the inner child within me. everytime they go out of their way to include the people i love the most in this world. i make lil “baby makin” “oop im pregnant” jokes but i think my partner genuinely wants children with me and i can’t wait to have our kids

i’ve just been looking so soft recently. softer than usual

i wish my grandmas got to see how beautiful i became. how ive grown into woman hood and how much of them inspired me.

a mother forever. i think of her and think of them and i cry. im so happy i got to meet them and grow this love and bond. im so happy i got to meet her as well and she lets me call her grandma. maybe she is heaven sent too

whenever she calls me cute and asks about me and for me to come back and visit she reminds me of my maternal grandma and how she would look for me at the ends of the earth if i was ever too far from home. whenever she asks if i’ve eaten or if im okay she reminds me of my paternal grandma who was

im used to being the watcher. im still getting used to this. its new. its exciting. its scary. im used to floating for others. everyone’s perfect sweet angel till the curtains drop. now when i fall from heaven, im picked up, embraced in strong arms and i’m still called perfect. im allowed humanity

whenever i say babes thats exactly how i say it