"Where flowers grew and sun shone still"
the sing-song days
re-reblogging this because it’s phill’s birthday
and you should read what he writes
if you like things
today I washed dishes at my new job, walked my favorite dog to walk, said bye to her because it was our last walk together, cried, walked home, got my hopes up about someone, cried, got into the bathtub, fell down the stairs with wet feet, made pain sounds and new bruises, smoked in the tub, stared, went to bed, cried, woke up, stared, all before the sun was close to setting
Realized I am having a *thing*
—like a *rough transition*
And that I’ve been a *little crazy*
Thanks for listening tumblr. Will probably delete this post very soon.
when i’m really exceptionally off, or out of sorts, or manic or helpless i guess or achey, I write a letter and never send it, because i have a lot to say but really you know there’s only so much anyone else needs to hear about it. just gotta vomit on the page and direct it outward.
It’s almost 3am and I’m in bed thinking about how I got complimented on my bones 3 days ago. It’s making me cast spells on myself by accident
Magic Death Ride
Mating cabbage butterflies