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Hand study

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Monster

There’s all kinds of thought fragments bouncing around in my head but none of them seem worth the effort of polishing to say out loud or share with anyone. Now that I’ve thought about it more, that definitely seems like the shadow tentacles of depression winding their way through the eddies of my subconscious. And not sexy hentai tentacles, more like the mysterious, dangerous deep-dwelling tentacles of a giant squid - easy to forget about until you’re already deep underwater.

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Writing Prompt - Something the character has to wear but hates

I hate the metal circle clasped around my wrist. Not that I think many people love their med ID bracelets, but mine is a constant reminder of my status as a ticking time bomb, of my genetic inferiority. A manacle imprisoning me to a life of constantly changing drugs and dosages to balance life-extending properties and quality diminishing side effects.

That’s what “treatable” means at the heart - life extending measures available but never curable. One day the ER trip to have my heart rate and blood pressure stabilized, my O2 levels restored and anaphylaxis mitigated isn’t going to come fast enough. Maybe I won’t make it at all and my brain will be starved of oxygen on the kitchen floor for the crime of being allergic to myself. At any other point in history, I wouldn’t have survived childhood but here I am, grappling with the weight of my own mortality at the ripe age of 25.

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Daily Prompt - Today I...

Today I texted a virtual stranger with blue eyes and more fetishes than I can count. 

I met him on tinder - a modern romance. Well, if “romance” can be used to describe two lonely and horny people within a 30 mile radius who happen to like each others’ bodies and/or faces from carefully curated photos from undisclosed time frames and then communicate shallowly and explicitly enough to want to see the real thing. The problem is nowhere to meet, so our lust exists purely within our phones while he is cohabiting with his roommate that he’d like to be more and I with my husband I’d like to be less.

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Graphite today

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Summer Day

Buttery sunshine caressing my skin

Gentle warmth building within

A trickle of sweat racing down my back

For a moment forgetting all that I lack

The sweet aroma of honeysuckle coating my tongue

Echoes of memories from when we were young

Whispering grass lulls me to sleep

My eyes drift close and I finally see

Today is all that I need

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Combining interests - linework illustration and lyra 😁

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Everyday games

What kind of protagonist has such boring catchphrases? Emphatically declaring “Rude!” only half ironically for every inconsequential sleight or inconvenience does not an interesting or quirky character make. Neither does thoughtfully repeating any vocab word from 8th grade that pops up in conversation, rolling the syllables around and savoring the tongue-feel before stating, “That’s a good Scrabble word.”

One night he plopped the grocery bags on the table and pulled out a cheaply cellophaned box and said, “Show me what you got.”

I only won that game due to C-R-A-Z-Y played on a triple word score. Thank god for Z’s.

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Acts of Service

He knows I have a thing about shirts getting wrinkled.

I like to get them right out of the dryer, onto hangers, and then into their spots in the closet where they are organized by color and sleeve length, all facing the door.

He only knows about the wrinkle part, though.

So when I go in my closet and find my shirts out of order and hung up facing random directions and some even inside out, I try really hard to be grateful he knows I don’t like wrinkled shirts.