Each Spring, My Daughter Returns From The Underworld Ice-cold And Frost-hard. The Only Light In Her Is

i love you visible brushstrokes. i love you glue warped scrapbook pages. i love you awkward poems. i love you junk journal with faded receipts. i love you poorly composed journal layout. I love you unintentionally blurry photographs. i love you asymmetrical beading. i love you curling freeform crochet. i love you fingerprints on pottery. i love you reused materials. i love you improvised instruments. i love you mistakes. i love you bravery to make it anyway. i love you creativity that hasn't been wiped clean of every drop of humanity and sanitized and commodified.

Also, very important, FIX YOUR POSTURE

“We need more mentally ill protagonists”

You guys couldn’t handle Holden Caulfield.

Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind, 1984

I’m fine

How do we tell the sea that we are drowning on land?

A little cheese some fruit some tea THATS an afternoon

umm i need reassurance that my presence is wanted but i can’t ask for reassurance because that’s really Embarrassing and it wouldn’t feel genuine if i asked for it

oh no , the dog is drinking the wave equation