i would ask to take sips of my moms wine, just to try. i’d always spit it out, get rid of the taste with hot chocolate. now i don’t have to ask. now she sometimes pours me a glass. someday i’ll pour her a glass. and someday i’ll buy my own wine.
weird, huh.
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.
i know that her tumblr blog was immaculate
i truly believe you can tell everything about a person just by their eyes.
me rn