as though loyalty to fear could be mistaken for love. I refined the sharp edges of caution until they shone, responding to the world with calculated measures, documenting breaths like receipts.

That younger version of me navigated spaces like a wary creature, armed with a map of losses, labeling dangers in the hope that naming them might offer protection.

Now As an adult, I drape myself in that map, wearing it like armor. Survival became my creed, carried forward with deliberate care,

I mostly live in fantasy … but yes eurgh

Sweetest of dreams dearest 🐞

How I wish I could hold you , kiss your head and hear your purrs. I recorded your purrs on my phone but it doesn’t feel the same. I love you so much.

Ps garden fairies like outdoor doll houses.

I love doll houses , my grandad “my dads dad” , was always making doll houses for the grandchildren. I have his upstairs that he made when I was 5 I think… but I need to redo its parts. My goal is to improve it at some stage.

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I felt this , I too reminisce on such a hopeful.. line/“holding”. I do hope for you… I would gladly in solidarity support such a stride.

Hopeful for you 🤞🏼

Holding your hand (ifok) with such solidarity and warmth. Thats a huge step and I know how hard that deeply was. Sending all my love. 🐞

I hope soon for you , the day will gently be kind , that your mind will steady and good shell find a slower pace in time.

Sending u healings and love!

I hope rest finds you soon with a gentle snooze.

Ta, Debs! Sending u my love always!