God, I Love A Good Lamp.

Photo I took out the window on a plane during sunset.

I reminds me of the cover of Smithereens by Joji.

My fav song of that album.

“Because no one will answer”

I draw a lot of angels.

Reference from Pinterest.

hi i just want everyone to know that i will never ever EVER be angry with anyone for not replying to my texts even though you’re visibly online and reblogging/posting. i understand that holding a conversation takes a lot more energy and effort than scrolling and posting and that’s 100% okay. take care of yourself first. the whole idea that you HAVE to reply to someone when you’re online is toxic and makes mentally ill people feel as though they are bad friends just because they can’t always reply within minutes. 

“warm again”

“You aren’t sad. You’re hungry”

"honeycombed"

A scene from ‘Spirit Animals’ novel series by Brandon Mull.

Full disclosure I’ve only read the first novel in the series, and that was wayyy back in middle school.

The trencle was sweet like berries. Almost like drinking syrup but the undertone of citrus made it bearable.

My family smiled at me. We didn’t all have spirit animals. My mother didn’t. My father didn’t. But both my sisters and my grandmother did. This made my fate very uncertain.

My grandmother had a bobcat. Wise and tranquil. Untamable, untouchable. Based on the stories, this demeanor came with age and in their youth my grandmother and her bobcat were once the tricksters and troublemakers of the town.

My eldest sister had a dog. A female pit-bull with black fur and black eyes. At first sight, very scary, but she was really a sweetheart. She had a beautiful coat and people often remarked that the beauty was what connected them. I personally believe it’s their loyalty. How both of them would do anything for the people they love.

My second sister had a wild boar. A fearsome thing that only listens to her. She was strong. And although she had the more dangerous of the two animals, I found she was much sweeter than my oldest sister.

The back of my throat burned, the seconds thumped by.

They all said if I got one it would be small. Soft. A squirrel, a rabbit, a field mouse.

The sky began to cloud over.

Any moment now I expected any kind of rodent or small mammal to shuffle out of the grass.

It was no rat.

It wasn’t even a cat.

Down from the sky she came.

A large female black vulture.

Designed out spite <3

“it will never cease”