#also i'm still alive btw 👍 but the hiatus will continue on

[aproposuranism]

Her mother reads to her every night from a set of books with a blue-jacketed bunny on the front (which your friend reads to you too, holding you up so you can blink languidly at the pictures), and chides her gently not to baby you so much. And while her father reunites you every time she plays too rough and breaks something irreparable inside of you, he never tells her how to be any kinder.

The life and death(s) of Snowball.