Bonjour

I shouldn't be awake You press your hand to mine I feel    the langour of Sunday morning blossom     splay like your fingers across my stomach I feel the convivial squeeze    of your hand to my hip A shared kitchen    too tight      (not really)  A sparkle I feel    the assurance of connection   Feet on new pavement    Eyes busy, drinking   Hands    Linked Pulling flush when more is needed   Soon you stir Press kisses that sit beneath my skin as you   carry yourself out    away I touch the hand you emptied Still warm    You're always warmer   Magic spilling through on contact The hot-cold of my body   Mapping your witchcraft

if completing tasks feels so good and reminds me completing tasks is easy then why is starting them the emotional equivalent of sending my first born to war

“why are you, as someone in their 30s, still on tumblr” oh so you think you’re gonna be normal when you’re my age? you think you’re gonna be CURED?? you think the witches’ curse will have been lifted by then?? cmon now

I love being alone <- girl who has known nothing but loneliness her entire life and so has no choice but to take comfort in it

Swan-swine are amazing. Toph, gremlin or doll, is GOAT

unfortunately very true. Doing Better does not always mean never being upset or never being triggered or never having trouble. often Doing Better means experiencing those things and being able to keep going/cope healthily/move on. if you’re in a bubble with no sensation, if you’re numbing yourself out, that’s not what recovering really is. it won’t help you have a happier life it’ll just make your world smaller and smaller until you can’t fit anywhere anymore. gotta learn to make peace with the hard stuff too, that’s the only way to keep going

I did not come into Tumblr dot com to be called out in this way.