
“She had developed a healthy enthusiasm for apathy.”
This is the most relatable oxymoron I’ve ever written.
“She had developed a healthy enthusiasm for apathy.”
This is the most relatable oxymoron I’ve ever written.
“She sat in her home. Happy. Content. Alone.”
Being alone doesn’t have to be a bad thing 🖤
“Don’t let the clouds outside cloud your mind.”
Whatever the weather, remember your mind is your own.
It’s windy as hell today, folks. Stay safe. Guard your dreams.
Their breath do stink tho 😖
Where are my peeps at?
Not a single tree stands to grow in exactly the same way as the trees next to it. We can learn a lot from trees.
I just love blue 💙
“The Raven Queen had grown accustomed to her unkindness.”
A flock of ravens is generally referred to as an ‘unkindness’.
I think the term stems from their association with death, witches and the like.
Ravens (and witches, for that matter) have never been anything but cordial during the interactions I’ve had with them, so I don’t see why we treat them with such disdain.
Anyway, this is a Shorts post for ravens, witches, deities of death and D&D lovers alike. You do you, boo 🖤
Sure, some sisters are great, but have you met mine? 🖤
Your awkward is all good.
Just eat the damn cake.