Credit for quote: Anne Lamott.
Yesterday, I was sitting by myself, writing. There was no one around. My phone was next to me, and the ringer was on high volume. Out of nowhere, my phone tells me I have a voicemail despite no call coming through. I listen to the voicemail, which is just six seconds of vague silence, like when someone calls you on speakerphone from a car. There are no words spoken, just the line disconnecting.
I’ve seen waaaay too many episodes of Supernatural for this to be okay.
Quick concept sketch of one of my iterations of depression. The French phrase means “The One that Waits…” (in a predatory sort of way).
My good friend’s brilliant art.
When something creepy/insane/ridiculous/batshit CRAZY happens, I can often be found repeating, “Nope. NOPE. NOPEEEEE.” on a looping refrain.
Beauty found in the small things.
What do you prefer being?
I’m sorry. I can’t find my pants.
Oh, hell yes. I volunteer to test this out.
My best friends:
Ali + Me summed up in a gifset
Oh my god. Yes.
And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn’t there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who’s to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you’re looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.