Pretty Odd My Beloved

an ode to the rockies

cold damp tree bark

contrasting fixed moss

broken down cabins

and cold lone walks

wet rotted wood

and black fire smoke

slanted tree lines

mountains of snow

i cry to the wind blowing

i cry at the absence of rain

little bear cub unknowing

the reality of the vain

silent dew drops tell

the ancient tales of fallen rain

snow topped trees

whisper secrets

through the crystalized brain

the serenity of the scenery

claws at me with unrelenting fists

“will it ever be more beautiful than this?”

“Why are we seeing so many Evil Wizards these days?!” two reasons:

Most wizards used to die in horrible accidents during their apprenticeship, but since the so called ‘apprenticeship rights’ laws went into effect more wizards survive to go in to grad school, thus becoming evil

Evil Wizard has figured out cloning

Often times we when we are enamored, we are blinded by our rose tinted lenses, but you must remember: You cannot fabricate someone else’s love for you. When you cut someone open looking for something you won’t find, all you get is blood.

Everyday is a loop I’m tweaking

And I’m too stagnant to do anything about it

Whatever we ball

also side note: fuck shia lebouf btw

just finished watching honey boy and what the fuck. all i did was cry for the last 30 minutes of that movie. i don’t think i’ve ever watched a movie that horrifically, yet beautifully relatable.

front yard

june 20th, 2024

Everyone is rightfully tired of my shit I wish I could curl up into a little ball and shrink until I disappear

Who up feeling ugly as hell

november. i am home. i belong here, in november. my self coalesces with the fog, the grey skies, the cold air. and i am home.