As promised, here are some pictures of Lyalya’s first walk outside! Look at the bushy little squirrel tail :D the sandpit was her favorite spot! She was extremely excited and threw sand all over the place
this is a fucking squirrel. this is a fucking squirrel with a cat’s head. who is responsible for this
never take for granted the people you can share your inner most self with; the people you can break down in front of without fear of your vulnerability because they see that as a beauty mark on the tapestry of your existence - not a weakness, but a glistening reality; (they do not delight in your pain but rather feel it as an extension of their own; they do delight in your passions and pleasures because it gives them a reciprocal joy)
we carry with us a trunk full of masks, don them to hide the flaws that we pick apart in the harsh light of a mirror, and we present a variety of these facades every day. there’s nothing wrong with it, self-preservation does not equate to selfishness.
but the people who allow you to put the masks away - (not the ones who rip them off to watch you writhe before them, no. that’s not love, that’s a cruel kind of voyeurism, a game run by the people who don’t want their own weaknesses examined and think exploiting others’ will help them achieve greatness. it doesn’t, of course, it only proves how damaged they are. don’t spill yourself for them, you are precious and they’re too blinded by themselves to ever see it) - those who let you slip it off with your own hand, press their palms to yours and rapturously watch your truth bloom before them, those are the people to get up every day and shine for.
you are the sun in someone’s east, blazing pink and yellow and warm in the morning
you are the stars in someone’s night, illuminating the darkest spaces
you are alight in the universe to those most willing to see.
some days it’s hard to breathe for yourself, you feel the water you need to survive as it begins to fill your lungs instead. in those moments, live for you; but gasp for the people who witness your essence.
Is it all lies, forever and ever, everyone and everything?
Catatonia sits well on a programmer, but it’s death to an actor. It’s like needing to type to do your job and having broken hands.