#good bones

Good Bones, Margaret Atwood.

- maggie smith, good bones

Good morning simblr. Please look at my Woman. Thank you

inktober #2 - Olive, a character from a story idea I've been kicking around. Due to an attack of some sort of late night brain illness I forgot how shadows work.

Maggie Smith, Good Bones

Life is short, though I keep this from my children. Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways, a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative estimate, though I keep this from my children. For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird. For every loved child, a child broken, bagged, sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world is at least half terrible, and for every kind stranger, there is one who would break you, though I keep this from my children. I am trying to sell them the world. Any decent realtor, walking you through a real shithole, chirps on about good bones: This place could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful.