we’re birds. really. we have flight feathers & two brilliant wings & hollow bones. i’m losing my shit over this. when i said i had bird arms i always meant it as a joke so you’d ignore the fact that i tremble all the time and not just when i’m carrying something heavy but never mind that. i have a sharp & bleeding mouth full of song and light. i don’t walk, i hop. and i eat berries off the ground. fucking amazing. i’m like, some sort of robin, not sure. i have never actually been a bird person. well now we both are bird people, or at least birds who used to be people. so let’s go somewhere. i’ll build you a fucking nest. i’m serious.