Sommer

haha i like you. I’ll be growing on you like moss now if that’s alright

so overwhelmed by the love my little poem received, i wanna cry

Hey, stop scrolling for a minute. How are you doing? You okay? Come and sit down with me in the kitchen for a bit. It’s a warm day, the radio is playing all the oldies, the door is open and we can hear the birds. I’ll stick the kettle on. Do you take milk? Sugar? I’m baking some bread today, do you want to help? Or you can just sit and keep me company if you like. You can tell me everything that’s been going on. Or you could info dump about your favourite thing or tv show, I’d love to hear about the things you like. Or you can just sit at the table if you want, you could paint or draw or play animal crossing whilst I go about the kitchen and we can pass the time of day in contended quietness. Because you’re safe here. You can stay as long as you like and you can always come back. Everything will be okay, darling, you’ll see.

I hope my mutuals know I’d suck on their tiddies if they needed it.

Do you ever meet someone and you just think to yourself, wow, I hope this person never feels sad. They don’t deserve that.