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I can’t tell you which day but one day you’ll rue something I don’t even know anymore

I want to blow up on here but I’m not a very good fanfiction writer and we’re past just posting ourselves being hot Barbie ferreira style

Tearing up in the waiting room and my doctors are talking about Faye Webster

Even if I don’t end up having kids I think I’ll always love the daughter I could have had

Fuck all of that baby deer imagery I see on TikTok, I’m a cat. I’m standoffish and brooding until someone is able to coax me into comfort, then I become kind and gentle under the right hands connected to the right people. I am no fawn, I am not hunted, neither is my species. I am separated because I separate myself.

Everything I’ve lost has come back to me as you

Anxiety level of a small animal at risk of being picked up by an owl