Autumn.

The grace in letting dead things fall.

Autumn.

The grace in letting dead things fall.

Some days I feel like I will die for them. Some days, with them.

I need my eulogy to look better than my resume. I'm living for that.

Sometimes you feel alone because, like you, others aren't so ready to confess their shortcomings and struggles.

Always be you! Just never think you can always be you without consequence.