Bitches coming back to life.

When it rains it pours / pain it roars.

Current mood:

Letters from home, epicanthic baby me eyes, generational trauma, tulips & no sleep.

lately.

hbd bffl

hbd bffl

TWBANKGC Thought 9/23/2025 “One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice — though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voice behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do — determined to save the only life that you could save.” ~Mary Oliver, The Journey

Spread thin & directionally lost but still happy. All new things.

Reap.

💜🦢💜🦢💜

Top of the charts kind of thing.

what’s worse? lack of love, loss of understanding, or feeling all alone.

ILY

It was me all along, see? I’ve been collecting ladybirds for so long now.

Shucks. Little bunny me.

I don’t even know how it happens.

You hurt my fucking feelings.

#Cat with baby on the Fence, 2021

Aleksandra #Waliszewska (Polish, b. 1976)

Print featuring three white swans gliding on the surface of rippled blue water

Babs Pease, contemporary artist printmaker living in rural Scotland #WomensArt

Baby’s wearing blue jeans / what is that birdy?

butterfly titled "freak"

So good.

Precision in the pursuit of beauty.