February 18, 2026
This one’s for anyone whose feed is already drowning in pink hearts while your mood is… not always matching. I’m reading a short poem I wrote about being loved for your weird little details—not for being perfect.
This one’s for anyone whose feed is already drowning in pink hearts while your mood is… not always matching. I’m reading a short poem I wrote about being loved for your weird little details—not for being perfect.