“give me laugh lines and wrinkles
I want proof of the jokes we shared
engrave the lines into my face like
the roots of a tree that grow deeper
with each passing year
I want sunspots as souvenirs
for the beaches we laid on
I want to look like I was
never afraid to let the world
take me by the hand
and show me what it’s made of
I want to leave this place knowing
I did something with my body
other than trying to
make it look perfect” ~@rupikaur_

...I’ll add: I want gray hairs as evidence that 2020 silver linings did exist—each strand holding a confirmation of reeling in the years with a sheen of dust & delight 🤍

hello, 35.