But We Stay Squeaky :3c

true love is the one that brings you happiness and, to me, what we had was true.

It was my purpose, my drive, and most certainly it was my will to live.

It was to me, surreal. a dream I got to be in everyday, an honor that filled my breast with pride and kept me brave.

love is above all, made of trust. the foundation determining how many cracks appear when the world shakes. I failed you - I swore to keep you safe, to strengthen our love everyday, to be together in all things.

I betrayed you with inaction: letting that anchor of a disease drag me away from you, leaving you alone - Atlas to hold the world at bay, while Epimetheus acted without thought. and so my days begin and end with a question, "if I lived to harbor this drop of Prometheus' flame, a being who inspired endless creativity, love, awe; why do I still draw breath when I was the one who called the earthquakes?"

Yes I am frustrated by how much fabric is polyester, but I'm also very annoyed by people who know absolutely nothing about textiles just assuming every fabric word they don't recognize must be plastic.

Big "oooh there are CHEMICALS in my food that I can't pronounce, they must be bad!!" energy.

Yoru wa Mijikashi Arukeyo Otome aka Night is short, Walk on Girl, 2017, Masaaki Yuasa

omfg i forgot that i never showed tumblr my greatest achievement. my pride and joy, my pi-ass de résistance

Blessed Mabon Everyone 🌛🌝🌜

Y’all look at the cute yeast dough Pumpkins I made as part of this years celebration.

Recipe below 👇🏻

You’ll need: (for the amount in the picture)

Yeast 15g

Flour 250g

1 medium egg

100 ml milk

4 tablespoons sugar

Butter

pinch of salt

Vanilla extract or dried vanilla

ground Cinnamon

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Warm up milk (not to hot)

crumble yeast into milk and stir until dissolved

add the egg

mix all dry ingredients together then combine with milk yeast mixture

Stir and knead until you got a non sticking dough (carefully add more flour if the dough is to sticky)

Place dough back into bowl and cover with a kitchen cloth

take a second bowl and fill with warm water

Place dough bowl into second bowl (yeast dough likes to rest under cozy temperature)

Let Rest for 1 hour

Pre heat oven to 200°

Shape to your liking

melt butter and apply to your dough creations

mix sugar and ground cinnamon

sprinkle onto buttered dough

Backe in the oven until golden brown (keep a close eye to your baked goods. They don’t need long in the oven! ~10minutes)

Enjoy and blessed be 🌛♥️

To AH (draft)

I apologize if these words offend - I was not born with honeyed words on my breath nor silver inlaid on my tongue. These are simply the lines I have crafted: rough and humble to remain true. The moment your eye catches mine is both tempest and harbor. For in those icy waters I am drawn to passionate gales which sing with the storm of life, wishing to alight on every shore - to bend every tree, to live world forever having shaken the world. Yet in that eye is such kindness, compassion, and joy that no heart should dare to contain your wild and free spirit. I have said your voice is as the evening sun - warm, filled with scents of mystery and adventure. While true, I feel that it was too succinct. When you speak the world quiets, as every syllable is precious as dew upon the morning flower. What bliss it is to hear you happy, the glint of mistral on your eye, the curve of pleasure on your lips. What agony it is to hear you sing sorrow, that if I were more myth than real I would divert those rivers of heartbreak to wash out your troubles. When you laugh, it is as regarding the stars anew - the wonder of their form, from smallest sparkle to largest explosion. The inspiration those beauteous miracles create both move the human heart and inspire happiness to echo in every beat. As I look to the heavenly bodies, I can not help but be reminded of your mind - your wit casting after-images as they race across the sky; your musings, majestic and humbling as they stretch galaxy-like; the harmony of orbits reflecting the virtue of seeing everything without judgement and gathering the whole picture for a decision.

All these observations took time and patience. More on your part than on mine, I will admit. Witnessing your resiliency, your drive, your bravery, your courage, the small things:  the crinkle in your brow when you dance, the flutter of your eyelids when recounting a history, the subtle pink of your cheeks when you sport a true smile - I fell in love.

I love you, with all my heart.

Sometimes

Sometimes I wish I listened to my

Heart

Drive till I can’t see anymore

Break into abandoned factories

All while making molotov cocktails in a car that

Doesn’t exist

Only companion

Is the guilt that meows

Softly from behind dirty glasses

Telling me that I could have saved the world.

How can a person save anything

If the only thing they want to do

Is for their dead heart to Beat?

all i wanna do is eat nectarines and think about aurora borealis st. elmo’s fire gigantic jets ball lightning green flash earthquake lights and will-o-the-wisps

New Works of Basil Hallward (part 1 of 2).

Go to Part 2.