I Must Have Flowers, Always, And Always.

I must have flowers, always, and always.

my singing voice is good for showers and mornings in the kitchen and drunken nights and lullabies for babies who need sleep and im okay with this

In another universe, I feel belonged somewhere. I feel the warmth of belonging to a group who shares my interests. Not my family, yes I belong with them but it’s so hurtful to not have somewhere outside the house where you belong.

In another universe, I kinda fit in a group.

In another universe, I am good enough.

In another universe, I am good enough to know who I really am. To not change depending on who I’m with. To know who I’m looking at in the mirror. To actually like who I’m looking at in the mirror.

In another universe, I am good enough to meet my own expectations of myself.

in another universe, i dont think about other universes or how you could have loved me better or how i could have responded better. we just did and we are so so happy.