— wanted to just take a second and say this IS connected to the last chapter/a conjoined theme. if you want to, you can think of this as an epilogue, short and somber to just end poem 011❣️😊
everyone would dream or wish to have what she had,
yet, all it would bring her was disgust.
is eating a thing?
or,
is it just another made-up need?
why do we become ducklings when we see someone perform?
*・゚ ✦ hiya dearies!
i absolutely despise how the weather isn't staying steady/constant. it's hot for one week and for another week it's cold. it's summer but that's what the weather has been last week, cold. and, I live in europe kasjkajs gosh. if you haven't realized what I'm going to say, take care of our planet, please. I'm not asking you to start planting all your vegetables (ofc you can tho <3) but please do use metal straws, as less plastic and all the usual things. it's only if we work together that we can make this planet a better place. it's up to us. every move we make in life does make a difference.
here's a reminder that the advice you gave someone saved them. that the opinion you gave, gave them a new sense of perspective. your compliment made their week. your smile kept them going. you've done so many things in this universe. each and everything you've done does matter and it has made a difference. i'm so glad you exist, beautiful hooman. 💗
qotd: as a child were you a troublemaker? or one of those calm ones? I was a calm one. a silent one hahah <3 but a really sweet one as people have told me eheh <3 how was this chapter? any thoughts about this poem? reaction/emoji's are always welcome :D constructive criticism is always welcome!~ sylvia ✨
* * * keep breathing, <3 yourself, be + always, something is always possible, stay safe & ily ;)
hope you have a wonderous day/night <3
QOTD: "Do not fear to be eccentric in opinion, for every opinion now accepted was once eccentric."
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