I Miss My Grandmother Man.

Tell your baby that I'm your baby

When I look at my little sister smiling sometimes all I feel is this sense of relief that it was me. I am so glad she wasn't at the receiving end of all the bullshit that happened with me. So glad she considers me important enough to share her every problem. So fucking glad she don't burden herself down like I did. Relieved because her childhood wasn't snatched away. Relieved when she looks in my eyes with all that hope, when she talks about me to her friends and asks me for the things my parents don't allow to have her. Glad that I was here before her and I made it easy for her some way or the other.

“To read someone’s soul. And to feel it. It would be impossible to hide. It will start something. The understanding of someone. It always starts something. Even if just a correspondence… So. I do tell you. It’s obvious to know when someone feels you. Something always happens.”

— Mohammed Zarir, from a letter to T.M. (2020)

me because i just got into a long shot masters program

this is so me

crying this is so me T^T