I love it, meaning, I love writing cursive, not someone’s suffering Some poor soul on Tumblr, seems to’ve been traumatised by cursive as a kid. While my chicken scrawl is legible only to me mostly, I love the doing of it. The actual writing. (I do write legibly if someone else has to read it, mostly Abby, Mom or Priyanka1) ...
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Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!
Why do I indeed?
Moss Roses, in my window. Click to enlarge Petals unfurl from a delicate flower, closer to picked with each passing hour, losing the I and gaining an our. — Michael Faudet, First Love, Dirty Pretty Things
Art by Amanda Domagala, on Tumblr Amanda says, “Make bad things, instead of making nothing” Something similar that’s been drummed into my head innumerable times over the years, by many mentors: ...