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mothwingedfaerie · 2 years
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*said in the most normal tone possible* i love seeing queer people irl
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mothwingedfaerie · 2 years
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there’s no heterosexual explanation for these looks Hob and Morpheus give each other
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mothwingedfaerie · 2 years
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rubbing my autism on your autism to see what happens
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mothwingedfaerie · 2 years
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There’s a quote about mothering your grief, I like to think of grief like that. How when they die, you have to take care of yourself like you’re an infant. You focus on the basics: eat, sleep, hydrate, clean, repeat. And when it sinks in that they’re gone, it’s like a toddler having big emotions you don’t have the words for or the capacity to understand yet. You deal with the meltdowns as they come. Then time goes on a little more and you’ve grown up some more, and you have more words to describe your feelings now, you’re more prepared for how to deal with the meltdowns when they do come. And the grief doesn’t go away, you have the experience to know how to get yourself through it to the best of your abilities. When many years and decades have gone by, I suppose it’s like your grown-up child calling to check-in every once in a while. The grief is still there, it’s a part of you, but it doesn’t take up the entirety of your home anymore.
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mothwingedfaerie · 2 years
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Wind from the Sea, 1947. 
Andrew Wyeth
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mothwingedfaerie · 2 years
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you know when like. its an evening in mid spring and you can hear birdsong outside your window and realize how much you’ve missed that sound over the winter. and your entire being just blossoms a little. yeah
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mothwingedfaerie · 2 years
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some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
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mothwingedfaerie · 2 years
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stimming isn't enough i need to scream will wood lyrics at the top of my lungs
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mothwingedfaerie · 2 years
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i think my mental illness would b cured if i could eat music
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mothwingedfaerie · 2 years
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You will make mistakes, you will act irrationally. You will commit some wrongs that cannot be fully righted. People will dislike you and misunderstand you for all sorts of reasons. None of these things make you a bad person. All you can do is try your best to be kind, to learn and grow.
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mothwingedfaerie · 2 years
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Plush Moths // The Prairie Corner on Etsy
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mothwingedfaerie · 2 years
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i love hearing people say goodbye to each other on the street so much! have a good night! take care! text me when you’re home! see you tomorrow! i love you!
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mothwingedfaerie · 2 years
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oh no by marina isn’t even a pop song it’s like a diary entry from god
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mothwingedfaerie · 2 years
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I want to live in a Claude Monet painting
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