he was the first boy that made you brave enough to openly want something. you bloomed like chrysanthemums under his hands. spun yourself gold. hung the sun from your tonsils. every time you opened your mouth, you wrote him into light. told him, i don’t see the dark, i only hear the birds. made him the …

jumpingjacktrash: leviage: me: I’m mentally ill and struggling to get the energy to do tasks that are necessary for my everyday life a neurotypical: having you considering taking on several time consuming and tiring hobbies, such as running, getting up at 5am to do yoga, and making green smoothies with 20 ingredients every day there …