delete delete delete.
geli geli geli.
what would a band-aid say to a wound?
i’d give you a hug, cause you will only be healed by time.
oh boy, the joy of soy. a milk like silk. pure in every pour. *a poem for soy milk 😌
for the love of soy!
It was at the time I questioned things about love, what love was, how, and why people felt unloved sometimes, then I was given this sickness.
On the very hard moment, my uncle from far away called just to say, “God loves you”.
I was so happy that dearest friends and family came by to visit me while I was sick. They made time just to see me. I feel so touched. And loved.
Now I’m starting to understand ❤