The Butterfly Project
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Concluída seg, fev 1, 2021<5 mins
this here tiny lil book is for anyone who self-harms, who is considering suicide, or just needs a little light in the dark.
it's dedicated to the absolutely amazing @pastel_gremlin whom i love and adore. this was written to and for him, in a time when he needed it.
he asked me to keep it up on here for anyone else who needs it, too. if you are that person, please know: you are loved, worthy, needed, and perfect. please stay.
lots of love,
-inked-fables
(ps, come talk to me @piracyandpumpturns- if you're in need to support <3)
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