I Think That In The World There Are Little Birds.

i am so consumed

fern clover and birch can not pull me from my place in the thick of the bog

although they do try.

i lay prone, unprotected and powerless to stop sinking.

to each little blue flower who dots around my eyes and corners of my mouth,

i whisper, “bring me back to life

help me breath in air once again

help me wake up,

please.”

the way wilbur says “you look so cute when you’re so angry, if i’m going down, you’re coming with me” IS SO TENDER FOR NO REASON

my 4am minecraft binges are not happy about this post

My kind of therapy

*probable sappiness warning*

It’s okay cuz im self aware heh. Anyways-

-

i am

for the first time

truly truly happy.

Like finally breathing

or touching the sky.

I looked for it for so long.

And now he it is on my doorstep.

Sunshine

My Beautiful sky.

This is thanks to you,

and so this is for you,

I feel happy. I love you.

today my bones are made of the most fragile flowers. I feel little blue petals brush against my lips. Gently

i think i allow myself

to feel happy

for a tiny moment. One that I expected to last for a breathtake - but now my lungs are still full of air. Where’s all the water gone? I can breath. Where’d all the darkness go? I can feel again.

Who is there

hesitating

man to b like @biggest-gaudiest-patronuses

what a dream

200 days ago i told myself i needed to start healing. I even wrote it down.

And then i did.

It was hard.

And it hurt.

In August of 2021 I felt happy for the first time.

It’s now January and guess what? Things aren’t perfect or even that great.

And I. Am. Still. Happy.

Yes there are bad things. [I miss my partner who FOR SOME INEXPLICABLE REASON has chosen to be born british. And i am not. Thankfully. But it does mean he is far away. Not cool. >:\ ]

BUT IN SPITE OF THAT

I am still happy.

i am loved

i am love.

i like this.

And I love this

And i love me.

And I love my people who love me and helped support me while I healed.

And so, I am happy.

i dont wanna b lonely,

but sometimes im a ghost so-

do i have a choice?

and it still went HARD

wilbur sang the fall for us while his voice was literally dying and his guitar had four fucking strings on it i do not think we appreciate this man enough actually

the only salad dressing id ever need

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