delicate
delicate is a place where i keep all my delicate things: thoughts, art, musings, books, worries, songs, wonderings, and, most likely, non-linear, confusing-at-times writing.
i try to send this letter every two weeks or so, usually by sunday, although i try to have them ready by friday.
and who is ines?
my name actually has a hat on the e. it’s inês. i’m a 22 year old someone that thinks far too much for her own good. i adore the color yellow, always tend to love (and suffer) a little too much, and can’t seem to figure out how to live.
english isn’t my main language, so i make typos and mistakes quite often.
in delicate, i lay myself bare to you, for you, and sincerely hope that this can become a place of comfort, a rescue of sorts, for both of us.
keep yourself tender
we’re all delicate beings somewhere. we all have our tender parts.
come along with me if you’d like to figure out life together, one letter at the time.
thank you for reading :]
