peanutboyfriend

BIRDIE IS BACK

still waiting on aerial becoming a movie. she haunts my dreams. magical warm pink sea breezy peanut butter chain smoking bubblygum sugar like dreams 

It’s been 6 years and I still haven’t finished Aeriel, I just don’t know if I can…. It’s fine when it’s all romantic but when it gets sad you just write so beautifully I can’t read through tears and I’m depressed for days. That’s how good you are. ❤️

WE STILL HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN YOU

Guys I tried to reach out to birdie a while ago and this was her message: “thank you so much for thinking of me and reaching out. It truly means a lot to know my writing left an impression. Life has shifted in unexpected ways, and while I haven’t been writing lately, it’s something I still care about deeply. Who knows, maybe I’ll find my way back to it someday. I love you all. I’m grateful for the community and the support I’ve always felt, and I hope you’re doing well too.” 
          
          I should’ve posted it here early but it slipped my mind. I hope she comes back someday soon x
          

Miss you birdie xx 

Hey are you ok? 

hi i miss you so much please publish aerial i love you 

I'm here again, I miss you! I love your art, and I need more of it :( 

From a post I saw on Tumblr by “presentlydean”:
          
          
          online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you’ve never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you’re only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn’t have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
          
          and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there’s this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
          
          there’s a strange kind of love to it. i don’t know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don’t think anyone will notice or care when you’re gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
          
          i hope you’re okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.