A ferry ride
Day 8 of my 100-day writing project.
Boundaries.
If lines could be drawn and walls could be built, I’d be the chief of my thoughts and the queen of my feelings.
Clear feedback is always better than unsolicited advice.
I've been writing on the internet for a decade now.
Waiting Rooms.
I've been through so many of these rooms in so many years of my existence.
Sighing in belief.
It smelled like the earth and tasted like rust.
A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara
Childhood trauma shapes a person.