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Cottontail Rabbit in the Snow by Joel Sartore.

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stress split our brains

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Three spooky friends 🍂

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princess rapunzel aesthetic

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Just me?

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The endless plight about being a bunny is not knowing whats going on with me and also not wanting to know. Have any of us fused? I don’t know. I feel like Grief went Somewhere, or shes not the one holding the door shut anymore

We’re good at being alone, it’s comfortable being alone. Letting the dust settle, quietly dozing in the forever golden hour that our big windows have. Things don’t change in here. Hail doesn’t peer in anymore or have any tasks that need doing. Trauma shit never overflows into our room, not really

Ahh maybe I’ll write about my inner world room , that might be fun

Just we’re not all interactive in the same place like the dosies are, but we’re also not all the same guy who switches like the hails. Something in between. We don’t talk, but we used to. Maybe? We don’t share memories and we don’t do things with eachother, but I know we all exist

Meh

Maybe anyway, somebunny might think differently

Theres so much freedom in the eh, whatever of it all. I know theres inklings of denial that whisper to get rid of everything we knew as a system to ‘start fresh’ once we get therapy. I’m not sure what I feel. Don’t forget me just because I like being alone, I guess. I just want to hang onto the days that Hail and I used to talk.

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Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente