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)


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


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

posts again