They are my precious treasures
You know when a fast angry song comes on that you know every word to and you’re in just the right mood that your eyes light up with the fire and angst of a thousand punk rockers and you just feel so alive
Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.
I dont just do this with people I know. I try to help everyone
(I’ve done it before, I can do it again. )
Another daily dose of Bigby and Snow’s cubs
Obey the wise words of the lovely Cecil Baldwin: Keep it cute. (x)
Your blog has been assigned to a being called “The Batter”.
The Batter has an important mission. Be sure that it’s accomplished.
(a transparent Batter standing in the nothingness of your blog)