more mixed media colours! this'll be printed on pearlescent paper for the January patreon postcard 🫡
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Ava, barbarian, mother, crone.
I finished watching episode 8 of burrows end today. It was a lot. Ava’s strength and tenacity are admirable, but I never want to be that cold, especially to my family.
Say your ‘I’m sorry’s and ‘I love you’s, they are so important, to you an others.
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hozier really said the heartbreak is inevitable and so is the finish line. forever is a lie we tell ourselves. you don't get to the end of your life without feeling a crushing weight on your chest and that's all there is. every path and every bond and every relationship comes to a breaking final point so face it But. this goes both ways. death is rebirth and we move on. and we begin anew and start new journeys and new loves and don't ever let the inevitability of the end keep you from this cycle. all things end for the better or for worse all things end for the better or for worse!!!! and don't you dare keep it from beginning anew!!!! he is so sick man so sick
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i know people are good because of this: the universe often assigns me side quests. in a circular strangeness; despite my inability to locate my-own-anything, i am almost-always finding someone else's lost things. dogs, coats, phones, cash, laptops. it happens so often it's almost tiring; suddenly being looped into a tiny amount of detective work.
but when i'm with other people who are not used to this: the response is almost invariably delight. yes, maybe they are simply thrilled by the mystery. it's just... they light up so much. i think maybe more... i think they like the opportunity to do something kind.
a few weeks ago, i was at a bar and i found a wallet as soon as we stepped outside. i felt nervous to ask for help, worried i would be holding up the night. i picked it up and said go on without me, i should help this get back to its home.
instead, three people pulled out their phones - to find him on facebook, to help cancel his credit cards. two people went back into the bar to tell the bartender, two others went calling down the street. group texts, facebook posts, instagram stories. people, without even seeing what happened, start offering help to me. fifteen minutes and: someone knows someone who knows the guy. the cheer that went up - just for finding him, just for this small thing. someone gets him on the phone. strangers dance around me, hopping on their feet - are you the girl that found that wallet? good for you, that's a good thing you're doing/same thing happened to me and somebody did what you're doing and i thank god everyday for people like you/i can't believe you found him so fast this is so exciting
i gave it back to him in a parking lot. i watched his shoulders sag with relief. there was cash in it still - he checked the pocket, and then sheepishly held the money out to me. i didn't take it. i held up my hands. "it's no problem, man. i know you'd do the same for me."
i don't know him, to be honest. i don't know if he is the same kind of person i am. but he nodded at me.
and i know people are good. i know people are good, because the way this story ends isn't surprising. we wave goodbye awkwardly. my friend loops their arm around me.
"i can't believe we got it back to him," they said. "i'm going to be riding that high for weeks."
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