this is why i love her

  • usual Yellow: shy, quiet, soft-hearted nurturing pre-teenage sweetheart
  • Yellow when pokemon and plants are in danger: THE FUCKING FOREST GUARDIAN GODDAUGHTER OF MOTHER NATURE HERSELF DEFENDER OF THOSE WITHOUT VOICES AND YOUR LEGIT WORST NIGHTMARE TO FACE IN BATTLE
  • Yellow when stuff goes back to normal: shy, quiet, soft-hearted nurturing pre-teenage sweetheart
Everyone enters this life with a backpack filled with everything you need to be able to live. Things like happiness, the color of your eyes and the way your laughter sounds. But also what you need to survive the harder parts of living; how do you deal with sadness, loss and empty and worthless feelings. No one is the same, no one is perfect. and neither are our backpacks. We will have to deal with things for which we couldn’t prepare, our backpacks might have no supplies for every situation we’ll experience. And sometimes, someone comes down from heaven to live the amazing life that’s given with an almost empty backpack. A lot of things are forgotten and the bottom is already visable. And when you reach the bottom and the backpack is completely empty you have to return home, which is called heaven. Some of us stay for a really long time and others return home soon because they feel homesick or have reached the bottom of the backpack. And they might never come back to us.
—  my aunt is a therapist and a few years ago she told me that she had to tell a four-year-old girl that her favorite family member committed suicide. she told the girl this little poem and I think there isn’t a prettier way to tell a kid her second mom is dead because of something she isn’t able to understand yet.