Suelenita

To me it feels like nobody talks enough about the “loneliness” you feel on here despite having your niche community. I love to see what everybody’s posting, the mermaid thoughts, the art. I love to make my own contributions, but it still feels like I’m so far away from everybody. I’ve got zero mutuals, maybe have had a few exchanges of words. The thing is – I really want to talk to somebody. It feels like I’m alone here.

I like to submerge half of my face in the bathtub, stretch out my arms and hands, and bend my legs in a certain way and pretend I’m a mermaid that’s about to approach a boat of sailors and drag them down in the bottom of the ocean.

Not gonna lie, I still would get a hyperrealistic, expensive mermaid tail if I had the resources even if I couldn’t swim with it. I’d just use it for an aesthetic bathtime and flop the tail over the edge of the bathtub.

Do you think birds ever get nightmares about all of their feathers falling out just like humans do about their teeth?

I’m talking to my friend across the Atlantic about tough things. The harshness binds everything together, makes it make sense and in the end—I begin to love these little moments. In the darkness of the night, one of my cats is lying next to me, looking at me with those loving eyes and I can’t help it but cry the tears of joy. Life is beautiful.

I have the curse of having a passion for the ocean, but not swimming any better than a rock. Perhaps the ocean wants to drag me down deep, swallow me because that’s where I’m supposed to be.