But befriends all the forest creatures?
That goes without saying
Me at 40: cackles maniacally
Me at ten:
I want to live in a cool hidden oasis of green space in the middle of a city and just vibe there with cute girls and people who need to heal, or be a mysterious crone in a cool house deep in the woods that hikers sometimes find when they get lost and tell their friends about and nobody believes them
Me at twenty:
I want to heal all the broken things in the world, and make a beautiful magical place that inspires wonder in everyone every day, where every object is special and beautiful, every person is loved, and nothing/noone is just thrown away. We could all get along-if we tried, if we listened.
Me at thirty:
The destructive urge is also a creative urge (or was it the other way around?), and I’m aiming to be a muse.
You may enjoy this
https://theanarchistlibrary.org/library/renzo-novatore-toward-the-creative-nothing
It makes me happy that at least some people are finding him worth reading :)
I aim to be that weird fae creature that bails the hero out of exactly one (1) problem then slips back into the mist and then all the fans write fanfiction about it despite me only having 5 total minutes of screen time because what the fuck WAS that.
Me, from birth to death: This wouldn’t be so bad if the people were all gone…
There’s a healthy amount of apprehension & uncertainty in the greatest love & respect, keep in mind. 😜
You go girl! I want to be the mystic hermit in the cave up the river who only comes out each harvest to give unsolicited advice to passerby’s for new and exciting seeds for his garden
