I appreciate those posts about how getting out of abusive places is hard but ultimately really freeing, and opening yourself up for like genuine kind connection, like that is true, my life is indescribably happier and safer now. But also holy shit. I want so much more, I’m exhausted. I’d give anything to have a place to run back to or some kind of older figure to tell me I’m doing good and I can rely on them if I need it yknow? I’m scratching at reparenting and trying to be kind to myself but it’s hard when I really am all I’ve got out here.
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There’s this black and white stray cat that i see in the yard sometimes that I want to kidnap so bad. She is rlly timid but if u coax her enough (psspssspsss really works lol) she will come to u and meow rlly loud and let u pet her, but only for a minute. She walks away like she’s got somewhere to be LOL. I cant take her until my apartment is livable … the moving process has been very sloooowww
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Bruh being an adult is so rad. I'm just sitting at home alone with a pizza. That I bought for dinner. Cuz I can do that.
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God, there was this little kid wandering around lost on Brady Street alone with no shoes on (which is the kind of place you only go barefoot if you're interested in finding needles and used condoms with your feet) and now the cops he was talking to are driving him around the neighborhood randomly stopping and asking him if the buildings look familiar. He's like 4 or 5 years old. Poor little guy. God knows what his parents are up to. 🙁
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finally unpacked my box of trinkets that has not been opened in like 5 yrs and going thru it was like a treasure trove of memories
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