momiji’s line about “feelings watching me like guards from the corner of my heart” was so fucking real though. if you’ve ever been in a relationship like that—be it with a parent or a lover or anyone—you know what i’m talking about.

me, talking to a dog: you’re soft. are you even aware of your mortality? of course ur not. u pure, wholesome and sentient unselfish being. do u feel that? that’s my heart. i love you. look at those ears. here take my wallet

it would be nice to have a secret place that i can visit when i’m sad or need somewhere to escape. like a small clearing in the forest where the sunlight warms the soft pillowy grass, an ocean cove hidden from view, a pretty and quiet place to read or think about the world while being completely hidden. just a place nobody else goes to or knows about. it’s hard to find that where i am.