took a long cold shower to wash away all the things holding me back
realized that i am trapped in my own personal age of endless recovery and i must embrace my own ecology if i am to survive
talk to me
use the ask thing, comment on my art, pick my brain apart, tell me about the weather
dig into my soil and plant something beautiful and eat its fruit, and share some with me
traumadump all over my mind and let me traumabond with you
tell me how you'd fuck me in excruciating detail and i'll give it a rating
invite me to your house and let's cook together. drag me to the salon so we can read poetry and debate esoteric philosophy.
swap hopes and dreams and fears and needs and wants with me by the big plastic slide in the playground.
run away with me and never leave me alone.
you don't have to do everything here but you do have to do some of it