There are days when my ribs just feel too small for my lungs, my chest feels too small for my ribs, and my existence feels too large for the universe and a pulse..
My apologies, dear Tumblr account, if I haven’t written here in a while. It’s just that life gets in the way of living. It’s just that my fingers were stuck together. It’s just that all the paper in the world caught fire. It’s just that all the envelopes made love to dragonflies and now, we cannot bring them down. It’s just that time stopped ticking. It’s just that all the ink ran clear and all the words ran out of letters (and these are the last in the bag).
Also, I wonder when I’d ever get to finish my project..

from this to somewhat like this.