shira, she/her, 18. ig: shromes. i pulled at every thread that twined to create my heart in order to create more room for sorrow.

like i feel fine but she’s like “you’RE GOING TO HAVE A TEMPERATURE TOMORROW AND OH GOD YOU CAN’T EAT THIS FEDDUCINI AND YOU HAVE TO WATCH YOUR BROTHER TOMORROW AND DON’T COME NEAR US”