Vulperian by S. Vulpes

ça va aller, p'tit lapin, ne t'inquiète pas. il faut grandir un peu, avoir confiance entre tes amis et tes amoureux. une abeille ne te pique pas, sauf si tu l'embêtes et moi, je n'ai pas envie d'embêter des insectes.

An empty room filled with everyone you've ever loved. Their ghosts float in limbo, waiting to be awoken. Who will you raise from the dead first? Your first love or your latest heartbreak? Do you hug your first-grade teacher or that summer fling from years past? Anxious air looms over the great hall; There are far too many choices. To be so lucky that this room is overcrowded, packed with ghostly figures of love. A soft breeze runs against your leg and the tough choice you've

no longer whispers of bound feet but the psychiatric unwellness  of those who slip under the radar not tweakers, but lazy not depressed enough to do something about it only to bitch and moan until someone helps they can’t ask for it, waiting for a handout uncommitted to death leaving the capable to drag their corpse to safety, not rehab, not a shelter but back to their deathbed, the last place we want to be not we, never we  this is meant to be special, an individual experien

I envy the dogs and their domesticated life for thousands of years. I envy their pampered life, cursed to be loved forever. This love...