ⒽⓄⓌⓁ: When you can’t love yourself, pull a book off of a shelf. Inhale the...
When you can’t love yourself, pull a book off of a shelf. Inhale the smell of stale pages. Dwell on parallel lines that, while foreign, seem all too familiar. Caress its shell of leather or cloth, feeling its outward flaws that mock and muse, just like the bruises on your back. Rest its spine in…
