May the Morse be with you

Which led to her saying, “but that’s also why, if you drink alcohol, the baby is drinking it too. If you do drugs, the baby is doing them too.”

And I thought of this picture. And I said “when you light up, so does he.” And my mom said “yes”

and I said “hell yeah white baby.”

Meadow Dreams…..

Stay up late thinking about the character

Be haunted by the memory of the character

Wonder if you'll ever finish that fic you started (x 20)

Reread your old fic and ask if you'll ever write anything again

Be tormented by visions of a made-up guy (gn)

Embroidered Beaded Ivory Satin Gown

c. 1956

by Jacques Griffe

"In the middle of a "forcing party" where friends and I are forcing one another to do the things that we've been avoiding.

So far: [bullet list] A passport has been filed for; An inbox has been zero'd; A personal website has been created; & more.

t's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.

I call her Sew-phie 🪡