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"you have an anxiety disorder" it's actually called being a bunny and it is perfectly normal and healthy for me to be like This !!

“If tenderness approaches, run to it.”

“The voice of beauty speaks softly; it creeps only into the most fully awakened souls.”

Sudden sounds of a chainsaw knock the poor angel even further off kilter Her wings taken in the night, her memories washed clean, and replaced with vague sun bleached images of a past. Ones that feel unfamiliar to her. Now she walks at night, straining to see the moon through bare branches. Headlights, taillights, neon, incandescence, fluorescence, all confusing her poorly wired mind. Distant stars, moths dancing, painted clouds, projected across the sky, all feel like home to her. When she hears a chainsaw, sees darkened alleyways, or abandoned buildings, men in crowds, she’s inexplicably drawn to them. The polarity and duality of her innocent confusion, mixed with her yearning for darkness, lead her to strange fates.