the one where kaitlyn opens up

it starts with a story, a bottle of whiskey, a fucked-up childhood, and hunger. for food. for affection. even the wrong kind. it manifests and warps and forms into ever-growing shadows – the following kind – that remind you, at a moment’s notice, that you’re not safe. not really. have you ever been safe, you ask yourself? there is no good answer. there will never be a good answer. don’t look but the shadows are looking. bury your nose in a book and fall in love that way. quell the ache in your belly that way. grow up that way. years later, once you’re anRead More →