plastic bag and cotton fluff get caught in a windswept romance. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 i was turnt as fuck, and i was eating my tortellini 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 these streets ain't got nothing on sparky!!! 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 dog -grizz cat -cat (orange) 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 when did i stop using pencils and start using pens? 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 recepies i want from my mom: glorified rice lefse tator to hot dish grandmas gouladh mediterrarean chickpea bowl wild rice soup red chili white chili 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 my grandpa always said if you have to add sauce to your steak you didn't cook the steak right. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 my home would disappear from my sight far morequickly than i hoped it would. two cities, a great river, wider than any i've seen, now as thick as my pencil. i'm sketching (!) i haven't drawn like this since i was 14. i'll probably put it away in 20 though. i used to do it for hours. my eyes searched ravenously, these rivers i know like the back of my hand and the lakes are no larger than my fingertip. the green, the trees, the forests, the farms. these things are what make this place home to me. and the clouds devoured me, and white was all I could see. so bright and jarring that my eyes, open as wide as possible, shut as quickly as my grandma closed her blinds at the end of the night to keep out the lights from the intersection outside the guest room window in her old home. i miss her house. i liked growing up knowing i was playing in the same room my mom and her sisters did. i could imagine the stories they told in my mind and would somtimes reinact them when i was alone. that basement scared me though. it still does, there have always been ghosts down there. the flash of white was only a flash, but those rivers were gone. now i'm looking at this magnificence of rolling hills, i've been thinking a lot recently about how i used to lay in my backyard for hours and watch the clouds pass, and i'd think about how gorgeously these clouds were made and i'd wonder about how incredible it was that their atoms were arranged exacly perfectly to look the way they do because the moisture in the air and pressure between wind and land dressed them up this way, and how my precise location was exactly where i had to be to see it exactly in these shapes. i liked seeing horses and angels and snails the rain was heavy this year, but they needed it. it should make for great fall leaves. duluth should be beautiful, i'm sure rachel's photos will make me smile. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 you can't tell me what to do. i'm holding my breath and will only drink gasoline. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 you're tripping rn. en petit. -thank you i am very pretty 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟