I have returned to Tumblr.
Missed you.
Sipping tea in the presence and grace of the afternoon sun, pouring it’s gentle hands through my kitchen windows.
Every day feels a little different, a little better.
Easing my fingers politely into falling in love with a pen,
all over again, like awkward lovers.
New and nervous.
Hello old friend.
I have a million things to say and waited too long to say them.
I’m going to start writing more.
The one year anniversary of my dad’s death is a five days away, but despite how morose I’ve been feeling about that I’m actually really in love with my life. I’ve been feeling more inspired. I spent my 23rd and 24th years on earth in a funk, and I really feel like I’m finally capable of turning that around.
And it feels good.