I love gardening! Sinking myself into the soil, feeling the cool embrace of the earth. The isopod scuttling along my jaw and the earthworm curling around my rib. The trees above ever reaching down, despite me, perhaps for me, reaching tenderly through the gaps in my bones. Just girly things!!
June 19, 2025 at 4:19 AM
I love gardening! Sinking myself into the soil, feeling the cool embrace of the earth. The isopod scuttling along my jaw and the earthworm curling around my rib. The trees above ever reaching down, despite me, perhaps for me, reaching tenderly through the gaps in my bones. Just girly things!!
wondered aloud why I can’t be a cute hat girlie and my husband said my head is the “wrong shape” so if you need me I’ll be glowering and sharpening knives
June 13, 2025 at 4:58 AM
wondered aloud why I can’t be a cute hat girlie and my husband said my head is the “wrong shape” so if you need me I’ll be glowering and sharpening knives
reading romantasy is good for me (I want to train like an assassin, learn to sword fight, wear a dagger) and bad for me (I want a 200 year old god so obsessed with me he knows exactly how many freckles I’ve got and trembles at the mere thought of touching me)
April 16, 2025 at 3:45 AM
reading romantasy is good for me (I want to train like an assassin, learn to sword fight, wear a dagger) and bad for me (I want a 200 year old god so obsessed with me he knows exactly how many freckles I’ve got and trembles at the mere thought of touching me)
some days are “listen to Maine by Noah Kahan four times in a row” days. sometimes it’s a listen seven or eight times type of day. I don’t make the rules, I merely open my tender heart
April 4, 2025 at 2:11 AM
some days are “listen to Maine by Noah Kahan four times in a row” days. sometimes it’s a listen seven or eight times type of day. I don’t make the rules, I merely open my tender heart