Gilding a lily
My friend told me that I remind her of the color indigo. She didn't know why. It made me think of the time I asked Adrian what color he thought my aura would be, and he said it'd be something iridescent like an oil slick.
I like the Glacial Indifference font on Canva. I have too many screenshots and bookmarks and not enough life experience to reference them. I can start now. I often find myself asking people "Is xyz realistic?" What a sad way to go about things. I asked someone again today and she told me it was, but it shouldn't be. I should confide in my intuition more.
I think this year's lesson is "Closed mouths don't get fed." The past few years were about patience. I care more about transcendence, but my escapist tendencies are getting less lovely and more Lovecraftian the longer time goes on.
♬♩♪♩ Sing me a lullaby... ♩♪♩♬
Coyote, You're My Star -- Dana and Alden ༊࿐ ͎. 。˚ ° ⊹ ˚.
Love -- The Sundays ( ˶˘ ³˘)♡








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