it seemed stupid because they tell you - it'll feel quick - but it does feel quick. when i was younger it was like time was molasses. i couldn't get out of there fast enough. all the eras of my life stretched out into taffy. but then you are 29 on a walk with a friend and you both just stop to smell the lily of the valley at your feet. you are both standing there, quiet, enjoying the simple moment of peace.

they say it gets better a lot, which used to have no meaning to me. better for me was undefined and daunting. but here is one way it got better without me trying - a few days ago i was walking my dog and stopped to stand in a sunbeam, turning my cheeks up at the shaft of golden fairylights, the dustmotes in the wood all shivering their little dancing bodies. a stranger stopped and kind of cocked her head and said basking? and i laughed nervously, already moving to get out of her way. instead, she said can i bask with you? and we stood there, full adults, a soundless hum in our chest. when the clouds came back over the sun, we made that awkward small talk - yeah i didn't expect it to be this chilly! and haha spring allergies are comin'.

In love with dark curls and watercolor eyes...

Alexa, play "Dear Arkansas Daughter" by Lady Lamb

I started drawing this in january and shortly after I left it half done. I think I was going through some kind of jegulus-block. They're so important to me that when I feel like I'm not doing them enough justice I get desperate, frustrated, and stop drawing them completely... That's so sad, isn't it?

But luckily, there are wonderful people in this world who help me get through those times without even realizing it. So finally this week I said "I'm going to get back to it" and ended up drawing the best glasses I've ever drawn in my fucking life! Aasjfgkaj.