i read and reread this because you wrote with so much *feeling* (a word that doesn't do it justice) that it's almost like you're sitting across from me at my dining table. maybe you are.
(i envy how you're able to wrangle the things you feel into a few words. and maybe this is the beautiful part of having a sieve as a soul: being able to filter messy things into a marble that can be swallowed—i think the reflections in it are lovely by the way)
i read and reread this because you wrote with so much *feeling* (a word that doesn't do it justice) that it's almost like you're sitting across from me at my dining table. maybe you are.
(i envy how you're able to wrangle the things you feel into a few words. and maybe this is the beautiful part of having a sieve as a soul: being able to filter messy things into a marble that can be swallowed—i think the reflections in it are lovely by the way)
you are so so kind to me always <3 sending u love
beautiful. I hope you don't mind me using 'sieve as a soul' as my substack name
thats so sweet of u . honoured!
💛 you the bomb
ohhh this was absolutely everything
this was gorgeous and evocative like the best streams of consciousness are. sending u my love ❣️❣️❣️