the black nathalie sancoeur.

  • My mom's birthday is Valentine's Day. She's dead.

    I want to be happy this holiday, but I am having a hard time doing so. I tried and tried and tried, but this day reminds me too much of my mom, and it probably always will because it’s what I have always known. On the morning of, before I would tell her Happy Valentine’s Day, I told her happy birthday.