🐾 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆:I don’t ask for reassurance often—but when it comes, it hits like a drug.Scratch me behind the ears—I’ll follow you around for hours. I’ve learned to be steady—after years of stumbling.I don’t need managing—but I do need respect.I carry what’s mine—some loads just took longer…

We used to sit here.A summer and a lifetime ago.She hasn’t been back.Today, I returned.Beauty doesn’t go away when someone does.But it echoes differently.

I’m more of an eyes man than an ears man.It’s not the silence that gets to me.Some silences are connection.It’s the feeling of not being seen anymore that can ache.Is that when it lands for you, too—the missing, the quiet lack of being seen?

Not everything that disappearsis gone.Some thingsleave outlines you can feel.

On Saturdays,I make my own coffee.This Saturday,I woke up slow.But on any given Saturday…it’d be nice to pour two cups.Crawl back into bed for a wired cuddle.It’s Saturday, anyway—might as well play the day away.

I don’t make good memes—I make ones that make me laugh. … Maybe you’re not missing.Maybe you’re just waiting for someone who sees your shape and understands how you fit.