going to go dry hair.
unsure if should take prn or just hope for the best.
Your spine and your ribs were the skeleton of a ship of built for
wandering. I will never figure out how they get ships in bottles
and I will never figure out how a mother can give birth to an idea so
complex. I know that you hear an incessant buzzing in your chest that
whispers, “You’ll never be a success” every time your heart beats.
But love, I am writing this because you are not a shipwreck
or a broken bottle. You are your own masterpiece. You are a ship
that can navigate itself past icebergs and shallower depths.
And if you can’t remember anything else, remember this:
as long as you keep your head above water,
you are a success.
1:37 p.m. (I would turn the world into liquid just to watch you navigate it)
Me on my wedding day: you still like me right