Cyclical Sorries

Happy International Cat Day!!!

hey where’s that post about how it’s important to be aware before recommending/calling suicide hotlines that They Will Call The Cops On You. i have it saved somewhere but i can’t find it & i want to reblog it today For No Particular Reason

By the way this is Lampas mom, I’m still deciding the name I have some ideas

The one in the left is her as a child plus a version with some clothes, and the one on the right is her grown up (plus a version with some clothes)

Long boi

what is this thang

Found a moth. Today is good

cute lil crawfish :)

This is so pretty! Oil pastels are so easy to snap lol.

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The 2 oil pastels that died while I was drawing this I snapped them like you snap your fingers while you do a snapping motion to make using your sound

Dancing in the Rain

Will you hold me in the racing rain

No matter how heavy the storm drain

Even when the shiver strikes the skin

Take my hand in a sprinkling spin

As we dance in puddles on the ground

To the symphonic silver rain sound

Your makeup running with the skies tears

Hand in hand together there will be no fears

Will you hold me in the racing rain

Together in love we have so much to gain

Your lipstick lips laughing in a grin

As the rain echoes off your chin

We dance in love in dresses drowned

Together even when there’s no rain found

We will be hand in hand exploring new frontiers

With the memory of silver rain and laughter in our ears

You Don’t know

I know you far greater than you believe

Which you will never ever perceive

For I must be oh-so naive

No matter the feats I achieve

I’ll never be the sage of your desire

For I am not a bush of fire

For I am not a red handed liar

Nor is it something I would ever admire

Everyone says yours intentions are altruistic

Even if your words are disgustingly simplistic

Always interrupting me when I’m just being realistic

Acting like I’m the one being cruel and antagonistic

You get up to leave whining about not being wanted

Before you left I was cowardly taunted

Your cruel question has left my mind daunted

I’m shakingly still as my heart is haunted

I couldn’t answer your question then and I won’t now

I absolutely refuse to quietly submit and bow

You’ll forget that this all happened anyhow

As I sit angrily wishing that I could forget somehow

Flight of a Night Owl

Racing into the night

Running away from the light

Hiding from the loud daylight

As I wait for the approaching twilight

I look for the silver moon

As I listen for the tune

Of the ending afternoon

Racing into the night

The stars begin to ignite

As the silver moon reaches its height

I stretch my wings to finally take flight

I’ll trace all the constellations as I fly

Until I hear the morning sigh

Of the sun about to approach the sky