It’s the feeling of wanting to be seen by someone who’s made a home out of hiding. It’s watching her rebuild herself again and again — chitin and tenderness, claws and quiet — and realizing: she doesn’t need saving. She needs witnessing.
You don’t just fall for a girl like that. You sink. Girl Crush Crawdad
She’s the river’s. And that’s the most beautiful thing you’ll ever let go of. Would you like this adapted into a poem, voiceover script, or visual mood board style for social media? It’s the feeling of wanting to be seen
