i dream of being possible

as i go through my tumblr archives and delete things

(mostly because I’m trying to pare down my tumblr to stuff that is what

i wrote or conversations I had)

and.

somewhat still sad about lost friends

even as i enjoy the irony

of having someone I learned a lot about abuse from

do several of the things that their writing

sensitized me to in the first place

and

this is only easier to see, in hindsight and with seeing a bunch of the

posts again