I am delighted by the way that very small newborn beasts start brawling with their litter mates as soon as they can move. Like imagine being so small and barely able to move, see or hear, and your thought process goes
The world is very big and I am very small, the warm creature at the centre of the universe is my mother and that is the only thing I know for sure. The air is cold and the nest floor is warm where she has touched it. I must- who the fuck is this other creature. Fuck off, I will fight you.
Other people get to look forward to things without dooming said things to failure, right? Other people get to have happy plans? Like dates and spending time with people they love? Nah, that sounds made up. I didn’t get signed up for that life path, I guess
Tw: Sui mention
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Yeah, you’ve felt like a fuckup, but have you ever failed multiple times at keeping a chat window open to talk to the suicide hotline?
it sure is fun being private and closed off but just once or twice i would like to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known without it being such a mortifying fucking ordeal
