ah crap. it’s september…such a wonderful month for fall smells & sights…and the anti-versary of
meeting my first big love/heartbreak/betrayal
marrying my first husband
& meeting my last big love/heartbreak/betrayal
no wonder i feel like a big bag of hopelessly crappy crap.
fuck you, september
(please stop being hot now & at least give me some 70 degree weather)
image from an art class…moses jones as an archangel, slaughtering dusy–or, you know, the devil.
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One day I may use anti-versaries if you don’t mind. That is brilliant. And September is halfway dead, rejoice!
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i totally stole it from someone. it’s a good word.
october only has one big anti-versary…sigh.
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I love this picture emje!!
Fuck those antiversaries anyway. Let’s make a party out of each of them and create new memories over top the fucked up ones.
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that is an excellent idea! ❤
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kool picture Septembers still put my trike in the ditch.
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Loving the painting. Strong woman, love it.
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