Windows were the main driver of everything and it's just now dawned on me that maybe we were searching for light after such a dark time.
Emily, my friend, this is heart achingly beautiful— just like those round eyes and that “ransom styled” poem. I’m always grateful for openness and how you write your people with such love. It is a privilege to read your words 🤍🤍🤍
Thank you so much my friend. I'm so grateful to share this space with you.
Your eyes are windows
that everywhere see the love
that was, is, will be
This has me in tears. I will carry these words with me on my hardest days.
Emily, my friend, this is heart achingly beautiful— just like those round eyes and that “ransom styled” poem. I’m always grateful for openness and how you write your people with such love. It is a privilege to read your words 🤍🤍🤍
Thank you so much my friend. I'm so grateful to share this space with you.
Your eyes are windows
that everywhere see the love
that was, is, will be
This has me in tears. I will carry these words with me on my hardest days.