Fawnlight & Footnotes

Holy Chaos, Tender Heart {.II}

I never expected to want a life loud enough to hold me, because I was raised…
How Do You Hold What Was Never Yours To Keep? {.I}

Loving him feels like holding a small, trembling creature in my palms. – something warm, feather-light,…
The Shape My Father Left Behind

There are whole years of my life where you appear as only flickers – a silhouette…
This Is What Honesty Looks Like (For Me)

If you’re waiting for me to open myself like a door left swinging, you will be…
On Beginning (Without Knowing How)

I don’t know how to begin things properly. I tend to circle first. To collect fragments.…

Holy Chaos, Tender Heart {.II}