Strawberry Cap Ybard

i vow to make things better.

no one will stop me.

that’s the one trouble with this country: everything, weather, all, hangs on too long. like our rivers, our land: opaque, slow, violent; shaping and creating the life of man in its implacable and brooding image.

forecast accurate / a southern gothic photo series from my sophomore year 2018

happiness kind of feels like an effervescent state of being that is endlessly removed from me

i still have hope though I suppose

i just gave my cat a little kiss onthe head And now he sounds like a motorcycle <3

200 days ago i told myself i needed to start healing. I even wrote it down.

And then i did.

It was hard.

And it hurt.

In August of 2021 I felt happy for the first time.

It’s now January and guess what? Things aren’t perfect or even that great.

And I. Am. Still. Happy.

Yes there are bad things. [I miss my partner who FOR SOME INEXPLICABLE REASON has chosen to be born british. And i am not. Thankfully. But it does mean he is far away. Not cool. >:\ ]

BUT IN SPITE OF THAT

I am still happy.

i am loved

i am love.

i like this.

And I love this

And i love me.

And I love my people who love me and helped support me while I healed.

And so, I am happy.

  When you’re going to kill a god, let someone else do your dirty work. 

i feel

the stars are

singed

with the ash of burnt words

the night sky is

scorched

with longing for another

my bed is

burning

with the emptiness of being

without you.

my lover,

come home.

catJAM

and i am alive

:D

nothing is sweeter than a partner who understands and loves you more unendingly than the stars

i am doing well

i am loved by he <3

the man weaved of gold and starlight

he puts all sunrises to SHAME

i want to feel his presence in every fibre of my being

i love him

(simply and sweetly)

we are alive in each other’s arms.