Oh, To Be A Bunny In A Field Of Flowers With No Responsibility And No Problems🌸

Me when I've got a handful of shenanigans:

Rainbow Refraction

As the stars fall from the sky I catch them in a wicker basket to weave into your hair and make you shine Polished, perfect, like diamond prisms catching a lazy sunbeam Rainbows refraction Beautiful in every way Who needs the sun? I've got you to warm up my life

8 February, 1936 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

"What's on your mind?"

Me: WAs I eVeR dAnCing wiTh aN AndrOid nAmed LUpé???

Life is a gift. Don't slap away her outstretched hand. Show that you are grateful by being kind and gentle.

Why so often must

"deserving"

be used as a cudgel we wield, blunt and unwieldy, against our own hearts?

No one "deserves" anything --

The world just is, and things just are.

If it is offered and you wish for it? Take.

If you desire to give it, then offer it without fear --

You are valid simply for being --

Worthy of being seen as who you are --

Maybe it's alright to reach out for the things that you desire,

without forcing your way into guilt for things you have not done and have not yet happened --

Maybe it's alright to just be.

"affirmation to self, letter to a friend." V. Rue, 2025.

I remember Anne Shirley said something like 'Why does everyone have to grow up, and get married, and change?!'

But I say, let them. Let the caterpillars become butterflies. Let the owlets spread their wings.

I was so scared of that feeling growing up. I was literally terrified of change.

But now the sky opens up before me and says "fly!"

And who am I to disobey her?

Have you lived?

Have you loved?

Have you felt the burning of passion or heard the softness of a lullaby?

Have you ridden a bike, felt the wind in your hair?

Have you laughed so hard your belly ached? Have you shared that laugh with a friend?

If you've ever helped someone,

If you've ever been brave when you were afraid,

If you choose every single day, to be better than you were yesterday,

I don't care what the world says.

You've done something.

Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 27 February 1929, featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. IV, 1927-1931

Why aren't cuddle hookups a thing? I just want someone to drop everything at midnight to come and hold me for a long time. Just because I seem soft and beautiful, and they need to be held too. I want to run my fingers through someone's hair.

That is all.

As you were, peasants.

What comes forth from your dark well of hidden dreams?

Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life

Jorge Luis Borges, "To the Nightingale"