#needs this

So, the last several days have been absolute hell. Between the death of my aunt, to family getting viscous with one another, to having to kick my cousin out of my house, to my own health issues and work issues, I'm basically shocked I can still stand upright ... but what would make it all easier, what would make me feel just a little bit human again, would be for Misha to wish his Green Eyed Grasshopper, his favorite prop, his horse, his best, cowboy-loving, bear-hugging, whiskey-guzzling man a happy fucking birthday.