落叶

what if i rubbed my face on you like a cat because I love you? huh? what then?

how is a little freak like me supposed to make it in this world

*thinks about all the ways love manifests itself both big and small and gets so overwhelmed i have to lie down*

there’s so much shit here. my old manager always bringing me orange juice and chips whenever he went by circle k bc he knew i liked them and didn’t eat during my shifts. that nurse i had with one procedure who got me a warm compress and checked on me afterwards as i was leaving. my uncle just letting me stay with him for two weeks out of nowhere and actively enjoying having me there and fixing my car unprompted. my husband always bending down to fix my socks/tie my shoes. my brother keeping old art of mine in his room. people who worked at the restaurant next door to the bakery i used to work at always bringing me fries and garlic knots randomly. it goes on and on and never stops. it’s everywhere