#fuck ptsd fr fr i should be able to feel safe around my f/os. i should feel safe. period. that should never have been stolen from me

[frecklystars]

spent over half an hour laying in bed and staring at the ceiling and thinking about ken squeezing the sadness out of me. he genuinely believes he can do it. he shouts "get outta there, sadness!!! no place for you in MY sweet girl!!!" and he keeps hugging me super hard until i laugh and then he squeezes even harder and lifts me off the floor. "sads, be gone, foul fiend!!!!!!" and he doesn't stop until i tell him it's gone. and then he sets me onto the floor and keeps his arms around me, smiling proudly. then he flexes. ain't NOTHIN' gonna bother HIS sweet girl when HE'S around 💪✨ !!!!!!!