she/her. chaotic soul.

lovely mornings and stormy nights are the reason i exist.
its the little jig your heart gives when you see your carefree laughter echoed on the framed picture on your dresser that makes me happy.
is it the the way you curl up in a ball when its time to sleep or your random bursting into happiness as you're reminded of why your mom loves wild geraniums that make me love you?
i talk to myself when i look in the mirror and wonder how beautiful i am with those big brown eyes and chapped lips not minding my father's declarations of me being mad.
i know you feel pretty and amazing when you put up your hair in a bun and change into a hoodie, ready to reread your favourite book and squeal for the thousandth time when you read Cardan's missives to Jude.

you're pretty. you're amazing. you're valid. and i love you.