But my inner baby wants you to stop talking to the awful hurtful guy or to tear him a new one like I’ve seen you do to deserving assholes before.
Dear H. Nemesis Nyx ,
Ré Harris

Ok. I’m crying now, damn it.

Ré Harris , I wish I could take your inner baby to the park to feed the ducks (duck food, of course, no bread). I wish I could magically appear when someone is giving you shit and have your back. I wish I could be there when you’re feeling low to hold up a mirror and show you how kind, thoughtful, sensitive, measured, clear-thinking, art-filled and aristocratic you are. Yes, you are. You are like a queen walking among us. Most of all, I wish I could make it all go away.

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