the fern ending

i don´t know why, but i was so close to cry that it was unbelievable.

I reflected about my situation, about how I will grow tired and depressed if I stay where i am

but I can´t just live, it feels impossible, too far out of reach

like stanley or the fern being trapped without consent, without a word, too preserve something as the last lifeline in my disposal or in their case of each other

and then...

i remember that this was about a fucking fern, my goddamm transgender ass disocciated with this expecting a profound meaning behind, only to see the image at the end like a bucket of cold water

this was very good, and very emotional

...and neither will we. 💚

fern > bucket

It is a beautiful fern

a,, surprisingly emotional experience, for being about a fern tbh