hii :) i printed out this klapollo stuff of yours about 3 years ago to keep in my locker
and i kept them every summer to put in my locker again and next tuesday will be my last day of high school! so thank you for making this cute art that i looked at every day of the week and went ":)" at!!
HELLO??!? oh you're gonna make me weep, that is so unbelievably sweet, thank you! i'm so glad my klapollies were able to keep you company! 🥹🫶 congratulations on finishing high school and may a billion wonderful things happen in your future!!!!
You say dogs can't read or type but how do you know for sure. They could. They could figure it out I bet. They're smart. My dog could do it I think.
(Also pet Spork for me he is my bestie <3)
-Log
I'm sorry, Miss Log, but they're dogs. Their smarts only go so far.
You seem like an intelligent person. Think about it. Does your dog speak to you in English? Does it read books with you? How about this: does it ever touch your tumblr device, and if it does, is the result legible?
Weep not as the leaves turn to amber, and drift from the branches, never to return; seasons will pass, as they always do, and though what once was fades from view, have faith that life will grow anew.
Perhaps we took each other for planted at times. I wood have hoped we could stick together, but I'm sure we'll both be oakay in the end.
Don't you fir-get me, Logster, and I'll do the same fir you.
I'll leave you with a poem I found that might soothe your soul:
Yes, of course it hurts when buds are breaking.
Why else would the springtime falter?
Why would all our ardent longing
bind itself in frozen, bitter pallor?
After all, the bud was covered all the winter.
What new thing is it that bursts and wears?
Yes, of course it hurts when buds are breaking,
hurts for that which grows
and that which bars. Â
Yes, it is hard when drops are falling.
Trembling with fear, and heavy hanging,
cleaving to the twig, and swelling, sliding -
weight draws them down, though they go on clinging.
Hard to be uncertain, afraid and divided,
hard to feel the depths attract and call,
yet sit fast and merely tremble -
hard to want to stay
and want to fall. Â
Then, when things are worst and nothing helps
the tree's buds break as in rejoicing,
then, when no fear holds back any longer,
down in glitter go the twig's drops plunging,
forget that they were frightened by the new,
forget their fear before the flight unfurled -
feel for a second their greatest safety,
rest in that trust
that creates the world.
Please tell all of your dogs but Spork especially that I love them with all of my heart.
(Also I promise I'm not enchanting your brother im really just Some Guy)
-Log
Miss Log-
I will tell them. Two of my dogs I have asked to stay behind, to protect what rightfully should have been mine. One stays where I still must be, in mind if not in heart. The other five remain by my side, if only for now.
