i don’t know why
it hurts so much more than
it’s just that i don’t let myself
how good it
the other morning, i was laying in bed with poppy. he started talking about looking for blackberries with his dad…and i started thinking about all the good things about his dad…all the things that made him perfect for me.
all the things that could have been.
if he wasn’t also a narcissistic & emotionally abusive assfuck.
i always do it with my folks too.
who would i be today if i had had supportive parents? parents who loved me & supported me…instead of being, you know, narcissistic & emotionally abusive assfucks.
those fucking “could have beens….”
who would i be
if my tender heart
didn’t break so easily?
who would i be
if i didn’t fall in love
& love & love & love?
it would be nice to
i hope i never have to
so i’ve drawn me as a mermaid, as a unicorn, and riding a dragon. i thought, you know what i haven’t been? a centaur.
misha says to me, “i love this picture so much.”
& that’s just the love i need.
the older boys wouldn’t let me play dungeons & dragons
but really i only wanted to play
because the neighbor boy was so
i’m not a fantasy nut.
okay…i watch game of thrones
but that is more for the story
than for the fantasy…
i believe in fairies
& think hobbits have it going on…
but i’m not
geeking out on it or anything.
i draw a lot of dragons.
and i might be feeling kind of conflicted about that.
that’s just one step above unicorns.
it’s kind of like unicorns for angry people.
(again, no offense to lovers of unicorns…and dragons)
i don’t know why dragons keep showing up in my art.
and i am feeling conflicted about it.
but at least dragons do kick some butt, you know.
except pete’s dragon.
so i guess i do like dragons.
ones that sing.
holy crap, which isn’t any better than unicorns.
(here’s my ink stain)