i don’t really know what to say. I just sort of feel like I get it. all the tingling, the unwanted sensation, the creeping feeling of the slow violence of climate change that I don’t even fucking know how to express and so I don’t even try anymore, and then despite all that you have to try to actually live with and deal with the only people you have left to offer you any shelter from the world. sometimes they’re nice. sometimes they’re not. sometimes there’s conditions you just have to live with and you just have to hope you don’t fuck it up and that you don’t accidentally break something you weren’t supposed to break and fuck it up even more and why are you even here. why don’t you even think about why you’re here anymore. I don’t know. I just hope we’re okay.
i dunno. it’s been a long week for me. but this was really beautiful. thank you for sharing