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when anxiety hits, hit back.

this weekend was interesting. something occurred to me. I hope it stays.

I remember when I was tiny and needed to escape. I went into grandma's closet.

amidst shoes from the 50s, pearl necklaces (yes yes yawn, cliches tumble out) and polkadot dresses tinted brown, I'd find peace. it smelled like lavander and soap.

Being in Romania soon feels amazing. Like I'm coming undone, like I'm ceasing to be, like I'm not constructed anymore.

all i feel is spring coming through me.