so far this year has been a year where my hormones go full biological clock warfare on me. i'm only surviving by feeding my future!nostalgia.

probably seems stupid to a lot of people. never saw myself to be a mom type person,but i've done my share of exploring and am now entering Nesting Mode. i can do things on my own terms. a cozy little place with bf, a vague idea of a baby, and an australian shepherd/border collie.

these are a few themes that i've repeatedly come back to for years, a sort of Want you don't say out loud. my previous break up made me had to reconfigure. now i was finally steering my life so well before All This.

i need my little mind palace or i'll lose my entire shit.