✦ the room with the rifle over the mantle ✦
Sharp mouth, sharper aim. Total sweetheart underneath. This room is to hold space for the man I met in the Third Rail—he can Third Rail me. Who said that???
In all seriousness, when I met him, my life was too loud. Now that it's quieting down, I'm happy I still get to keep choosing him every day.
a note left folded
This page is for every part of you that survived long enough to become gentle again. For Little Lamplight, for Duncan, for the cure, for every ugly mile we got lost in. Between losing home and loved ones, I'm glad that you're finally learning you're allowed to have both.
Even when you can't find the words, you find a way.
Even when you're just pretending you only happened to show up.
I know better. I always will.
— Aiya ♡
still accumulating
Not everything belongs under glass. Some things should be left where they can still be touched.
messages left at camp
Thought about you when the room finally got quiet.
proof of life
pocket inventory
One More Tomorrow. One More Tomorrow. One More Tomorrow.