Junk Punch

They twist words, turning truth to dust.

They shift the blame, make you the storm in their calm facade.

Baited, mistreated, then left in silence.

Because you dared to exhibit love and kindness you drew a target on your head.

Should have just stayed in bed.

the only way
the leaves knows how to fall….
silence

I have lived with several Zen masters -- all of them cats.

Eckhart Tolle

Nothing through the whole nihilism exam until the essay question "reasons to have no good reason" I just put false but failed for feeling good about it

My grandma's old black rotary phone with a long black microwave handle as the receiver

The handle came off the microwave so we're playing an old timey game of expecting a long distance call

Nothing in this world that I love more than my dog Scrappy. The best emotional support dog, always by my side.

i burn， i freeze; i am never warm. i am rigid; i forgot softness because it did not serve me.

Poetry magnets that read: Honey I whisper Rip through all Repulsive in me

Fingers with dark red fingernails, holding up a sticker that says “ you have to tell me if you’re a cop.”

using em dashes—
not for flair—
but because they interrupt
and pause like my brain
also—
you don’t like them
so now they feel fire

This cringe account is a form of therapy. Just let me go with it.

i’ll always hate you & i’ll always be grateful you made me feral

incompetent evil is still evil

grief is like that tangled necklace you put down & pick up & put down & pick up

Thank you!

two ghosts
we went quiet
cold
yet it brings me peace
knowing you’re somewhere
laughing in the sun
and every so often
the breeze stirs the leaves
in such a way that
a warm memory
shines through

Walking into the woods and never looking back as self care

your face lingers
etched somewhere
older than my memory
where our souls once touched
not as lovers but
something deeper
i think that’s why
i can’t let you go

do you feel
the light on your face
I send you every day

Gray tee shirt with white letters reading “i have rabies”

i have rabies

Sweet dreams

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Four clay figurines, some bone dry, some leather hard. A winged snail with a mustache. A female head with a grass skirt (she’s a mermaid but you can’t tell from this angle). A salamander in love. The head of a cyclops jester (it’s also a dice roller)

Got some little clay buddies drying #ceramics

I hear you singing.
Laughter flows from your kitchen
while you cook for me.

Tee shirt that looks like a guest check for a diner and has “save the world by being yourself” written across it in black - also a small black button pin that says “be kind to all kinds”

You were my person, my safe place, the one I messaged when I got home. Now you’re just silence.

You said forever but took it back in an instant, never turning to look back.

You were my constant, my everything. Now you’re just a ghost in all the places I still look for you.

Who told you that you have to finish every book you start?

I guess you can’t lose something you never really had so I should be happy but I’m just broken and crushed at my very core because I believed your forever and now I’m changing my will and mailing your things back to you

She said I was the love of her life about a million times.

Go be lovely in a shitty world.

They circle, loud and dull, thinking I’m theirs to charm, to win, to wear like a prize they’ve earned by existing. But my heart belongs to her. She sees my light and loves my dark, holds me, knows me. And them? They don’t even deserve the ashes of my attention.

some days
it's necessary
to consume
the outdoors
nature, natural wonders
the sky
what's reflecting
back, at you