Some people simply don't see being kind is the best way to be. These people are cruel and will use hate as fuel but floating by them with kindness is key.
I wear soft sweaters and oversized hoodies. I slip into fluff-lined pants like they're my new skin. I cannot be remedied. I fall into it all and lose myself. The other day, I wore my hoodie. My dad came home. I hugged him with a smile and then went back to work. In fifteen minutes, I went to another room and took off my hoodie. There was a not-oversized shirt underneath. I walked into the main room, and my father blinked. "Wow," he said. "You're not just a hoodie." ...Surprising, I know. But I wonder how long it would take for me to lose myself in what I wear and drown in all of my skins.
SPOILER: I did not write this in the right state of mind. I was (is, am) rather (quite, much) sleepy when I wrote this. Please regard it as sleep-deprived nonsense more adorable than concerning if you choose to read this. Spoiler
bees ^v^ buzz buzz buzz. bump bump bump. we make honey and we're crunchy and we eat nectar for our lunchies. buzz buzz buzz. bump bump bump. we have some cute antennae and even cuter wings. buzz buzz buzz. bump bump bump. flap flap flap, you lump lump lump.
I read this aloud to my sister and she clapped and said "good job".
in chemistry I remember back in middle school specifically when I was in 8th grade algebra 1 when I would type poetry and spinning thoughts into calculators
