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[oaksapling]

Lamont Fisher.

'Monte' or 'Fish' to friends and family. One of Brooklyn's friends who cooks at the diner Nicky and Rory work at. He's also their plug. Likes to mess around with different edible recipes because he knows Rory prefers them to smoking. He always lets Rory taste test for him and he might be charging Rory a little less than he charges everyone else but no one has to know that.

[silverthelovebug]

Brooklyn and Ben definitely convinced Yaz to start smoking with them. Brooklyn pulls Yaz aside and is like “Bro. I think you would benefit from a bit of weed”. and Yaz is mad sus. she couldn't smoke in hs bc of track and just never got into it. but Brooklyn has her hit a joint and Yaz is like “Wow… I love… not being anxious for like five seconds ….”

(Sammy does the minimum dosage on edibles)

[blackdollette]

"i get high on hydroponic weed." | clyde

brooklyn baby - lana del rey

summary: after a long and rough day, you and clyde decide to spend some special time together

female!reader x clyde

contents: drinking, use of marijuana, angst (just a tiny bit), thigh riding, creampie

buckle up, yall. this is a long one.

you heaved a heavy sigh as you walked in through the door. you walked right past clyde, who was taking a hit from his bong while watching something on tv, and headed straight into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

you sunk down to the ground as tears started streaming down your face. you turn on the faucet to drown out the sound of your quiet sobs. the pressure of your job was getting to you. things were just completely falling apart and you didnt know what to do.

you walked over to the mirror, taking a long glance at your reflection. your mascara was ruined. you got lost in your daze, so you didnt hear clyde knocking on the bathroom door.

"you ok in there?" he asked from the other side of the door. when you didnt respond, he decided to just let himself in, swinging the door open. you jumped a little, startled at this. you tried to wipe away some of the black tears on your face, but it was too late.

clyde noticed right away and he rushed up to you, holding your head in his hands. you could tell that he was getting worried. "o-oh my god... baby, what happened? are you sick? what happened today? is it your... woman thing..? you need me to get you anything? i can get you some-" you interrupted him by placing a finger on his lips.

you sniffled and wiped away some of your tears before speaking. "just... just a rough day. thats all." you gave him a weak little smile, but he still felt terrible seeing you like this.

"w-well, uh, why don't you tell me about it..?" his voice was a little shaky. you laughed softly at how he was stammering. "i think you're a bit too stoned to listen to me ramble."

clyde wasnt used to seeing you like this. you'd always been so strong and well put together. but seeing you in this vulnerable state only made his love for you grow stronger. after a moment, a dumb little grin spread across his face.

"yeah, i think you're right. but, i know what'll make you feel better." he said, gently stroking your cheek. "oh yeah? what would that be?" you asked, curious at what he had in mind. he always had outlandish ideas.

he walked toward the bathtub and turned on the water, pouring in some scented soap as the tub filled. "trust me. get into the bathtub, and i'll be right back." he rushed out of the bathroom before you could say anything.

you hesitated, but you undressed yourself and got into the warm, soapy water. you sighed softly as you felt your nerves unclenching. you had to admit, you were starting to feel better already.

you closed your eyes as you waited for clyde to return. he came back into the bathroom, a bottle of red wine in one hand and a tin of edible gummies in the other.

"great, you're already in." he said. he sat down criss-crossed beside the tub, placing the bottle and the tin on the edge of it. "i know you've had a rough day, so i thought you might have wanted to... relax with me a little." he put on of his hands into the water, splashing it a little.

you smiled as you looked at him. "yeah, that sounds great. i'd love to." you reached out to him, putting a hand in his hair as you gave him a soft kiss. as you pulled away, his eyes started wandering down your exposed body,

he started to feel a little tense at the realization that you were completely naked in front of him. and it didnt help that he was as high at a kite, either. his mind started to wander to many lustful thoughts of you.

he shook himself out of his trance, clearing his throat. "u-uh... i got your favourite wine for you." he hands you the bottle, his hand a little shaky as his eyes travel down your wet collarbone.

you accepted the bottle with a smile, popping off the cap and throwing your head back as you took a long swig. some of the wine missed your mouth and poured down your body. clyde's breath hitched as he looked at the trail of wine that ran down your neck and fell into the valley between your tits.

you pulled the bottle away from you lips, the wine staining your lips a little. clyde wanted to take you right at this moment so badly, but he knew he had to hold himself back. he handed you the tin of edibles before standing up. "well, have fun. i'll be going now." he couldn't hide his feelings for much longer, so he knew he had to get away from you.

you pouted. "you're not gonna join me..?" you asked sadly. clyde turned around, eyes wide. he didnt expect that. "h-huh...?" he couldnt tell if you were serious or not.

"get in here, clyde. its not as fun without you." you winked, making clyde's mind run wild. but he nodded as he started to remove his shirt, revealing his slightly muscular build. he took off his belt and threw it to the side. he swiftly unbuttoned his pants and slipped them off, leaving him in his boxers.

you felt yourself getting a little shy as you watched him undress, so you turned away a little. clyde took off his boxers before sinking into the bathtub right in front of you. you looked at him, a smile a your face. you passed to wine to him.

he took the bottle from you before taking a drink from the bottle. he took the tin of gummies and opened it, taking a gummy out and offering it to you. "these ones are real strong. one or two and you'll be floating on air." he said as you took it from him, putting it into your mouth.

he took one himself and ate it, despite already smoking weed earlier. as clyde always said, there was no such thing as being "too high". you started playing with some bubbles, cupping them into your hands and popping them one by one.

you crawled over to clyde, sitting on his lap before taking a handful of bubbles and slicking them through his long hair. he chuckled softly before pulling you into a gentle kiss. you wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands travelled up and down your bare body.

this was enough to get clyde's body tingling all over. he was exra sensitive from all the substances he had taken today, so this was just the thing to top it all off.

you started moving your hips against him a little, just trying to get a reaction out of him. and you got exactly what you wanted. he let out a slurred groan as his cock started to harden from all of the buzzing going through his body right then.

you placed a hand on his chest, running it down his body until you got to the area right above his dick. clyde was started to get frustrated at all your teasing, so he finally spoke up.

"alright, enough with the teasing. are we gonna fuck or not?" he asked, his voice having hints of desperation in it. you smiled before whispering. "i dont know, you tell me."

that was all clyde needed to understand that you wanted it just as badly as he did. he decided to just go for it. he cupped your tits in his hands, immediately moving his lips against one of them, biting your nipple gently.

a few moans escaped your lips, your desire growing by the second. you moved your hand to his rock hard cock, moving your thumb around his tip. his dick was extra sensitive at the moment, so he could already feel himself tightening up as he let out a soft groan.

you moved upward on his thigh a little, so that your pussy was at the perfect angle on it. you started to rock your hips against his thigh, moaning softly at the friction. clyde looked at you lovingly, like you were his own personal goddess.

he ran a hand through his hair before moving his fingers to your aching clit, putting some pressure on it as you rode his thigh. you moans became slurred words as you felt you orgasm quickly rushing through you, but you didnt want tonight to be all about you.

you came up from his thigh, grabbing his cock and putting it at your entrance. you looked him in his red eyes. "is this ok?" you said, hoping that he would be alright with it. he nodded eagerly, just as you knew he would.

you took a deep breath before lowering yourself onto his cock, drawing out long moans from him and yourself. his hands found your hips as he started slowly thrusting into you.

"a-ah... c-clyde.. oh god..." you moaned as his cock filled you up to the brim. you began to bounce up and down on him, desperate for some more movement between the two of you.

"oh yeah... just like that, baby.." he whispered, grinning as you started to pick up the pace. he watched your tits as they bounced right in front of his face, making his face turn a little red.

you bit your lip as he cock started hitting a bundle of nerves deep inside you, making you twitch a little every time it hit that spot again. clyde quickly became louder as his sensitive cock was inside of your warm pussy.

you both would continue to speed up, his hips bucking into you as your moans got louder with each thrust. clyde's mouth gaped open as his breathing got heavier by the second.

it didnt take long for you to cum on his dick, your tight walls squeezing the life out of him, but he kept on going. he kept on mercilessly thrusting into you, only wanting to make you feel as good as possible.

his eyes began to cross a little as he felt a twitching sensation running through his torso. he got more vocal as precum started to drip out of him. he continued to speed up his thrusts, making you scream out his name repeatedly like a broken record.

"a-ah, fuck... g-getting real close, baby..." he had done a great job at holding in his orgasm for all this time. he'd felt like cumming ever since you first sat on his lap, so the tension was growing rapidly inside of him.

"oh s-shit... i-im cumming, baby..!" would be his last words as his thrusts grew faster and sloppier, his hands squeezing your ass as tears started flowing down your cheeks at the overstimulation.

a low groan escaped the depths of his core as he spilled all his cum into you, making you feel more full than ever. you couldve sworn that his eyes rolled to the back of his head if your own werent welled with tears.

his thrusts reached lightning speed as he rode out his high, splashing soapy water around both of you. as he finally stopped the abuse on your sore little pussy, he turned you around, watching as cum dripped out of your tight little hole.

he smiled as you sat down on the opposite end of the tub. he reached out to you and pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. "hope that made your day a little better." he said with a smile as he pulled you into a warm hug.

author's note: this took me a lot longer than it was supposed. clyde is my babygirl, so this one is kinda long. but i hope you all liked this one :)) not proofread yet.

[bullet-prooflove]

Three things: soup, vase, and towel for Armand

Tagging: @kmc1989 @kishie8 @nirvananuts @5corp1ov3nu5 @maeb99

Companion piece to:

Edibles (NSFW) - You help Armand to relax.

Sunshine - You bring the sunshine to Armand's life.

You’re sick and Armand hates it. He hates the fact that you feel so shitty, that he can’t just waive a magic wand to make you feel better. He’d trade his left arm just to see you upright, baking in his kitchen, doing the thing you love.

Instead you’re asleep in his bed and he’s waiting for that fever to break. If he doesn’t see a shift in the next couple of hours he’s taking you to urgent care despite your protests.

He wipes his hands on the towel he’s been using to dry the dishes from the chicken soup, he’s spent the past couple of hours making for you. It’s his momma’s recipe, something she used to absolutely swear by when he was living back in Brooklyn. If there’s anything that’ll heal you he’s sure it’ll be that.

He carefully pours you a bowl before setting it on a tray alongside a tiny vase with a daffodil in, one that you helped him plant earlier on in the spring. Maintaining the front yard has always felt like a chore until you come along, a lot of things had been.

He hadn’t been doing well when you’d found your way into his orbit. He was freshly divorced, crippled underneath the financial constraints of his envelope and his monthly child support payments. Unworthy and unwanted, is how he felt deep down in his heart.

And then he met you and you were like a breath of spring air, shaking away his cobwebs and insecurities with every inhale.

“I’m too old for you.” He’d told you that first night together as you straddled his lap. “You need someone…”

He hadn’t gotten to finish that sentence because you were grinding down against his cock, making him see stars.

“You feel about just right to me.” You had murmured against his lips and he’d been powerless to resist you, because the way you made him feel…

There is nothing else like it.

It’s been a few months since that night and his self confidence has grown exponentially. He’s started to see the good in the world again, take pleasure in the little things. He didn’t realise how depressed he was at the time, the darkness of the road he was hurtling down. He thanks God that you stepped into his life, that you’ve decided to stay despite his rough edges.  

Now it’s his turn to take care of you, to show you he can step up, that he can be the man you deserve despite his shortcomings.

“Baby.” He mumbles to himself as he adds a tiny sprig of parsley as  garnish. “I’m gonna take care of you so damn good, you’re ain’t never gonna wanna leave.”

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Laetiporus Sulphureus Valais ~Edible Mushrooms growing on Tree Trunks

*Fungi *Mycology *Mycelium *Mushroom *Nature *NYC *Brooklyn *Queens *Bronx *Staten Island

[ginosgarden]

For my 30th birthday, I commissioned this amazing cake from a local independent baker I met through mutual friends. (If you live in Brooklyn/NYC and want the connection you can DM me and I can send it to you.)

The cake itself was chocolate with a strawberry filling and matcha buttercream. The flowers were real and not edible and the little Totoro on top was made entirely of buttercream.

I'm so happy with how it came out and am so incredibly grateful I could have such an amazing cake to help me celebrate a milestone birthday for me :)

[mybeingthere]

Joseph Decker (American,1853-1924) Still life with strawberries. Oil on canvas.

Joseph Decker, German-born American painter who specialized in still-lifes. His father was a carpenter. At the age of fourteen, in 1867, he and his family emigrated to the United States. He was first apprenticed to a house painter in Brooklyn, then worked painting signs. By the mid-1870s, though, with aspirations to become a serious artist, he began taking evening drawing classes at the National Academy of Design. In a few years, he was exhibiting portraits and landscapes at the Brooklyn Art Association. He was able to save enough money to travel to Munich in 1879, where he spent a year studying with the history painter, Wilhelm Lindenschmit. Upon returning to this country, he exhibited at the National Academy, the Brooklyn Art Association, the Society of American Artists, and the Art Institute of Chicago. He established a studio in Manhattan in the mid-1880s. In 1889 he exhibited at the International Industrial Fair in Buffalo. He painted a wide variety of subjects, but his primary concern in those years was still-life painting; his still-life subjects were most often edibles such as fruits and nuts, rather than man-made objects. In the following decade he returned to Brooklyn, stopped exhibiting his work, and showed an increased interest in landscapes. Later he worked for the well-known art collector - and his primary patron - Thomas B. Clarke, restoring Chinese porcelains. He had a wife and five children, but spent long periods in Germany by himself, and was reported to have been an inattentive husband and father. His last years are mostly undocumented and he died in the charity ward of a Brooklyn hospital in 1924 at the age of seventy or seventy-one. His work was virtually forgotten until its rediscovery by art historian Alfred Frankenstein in 1949, and not widely known until the 1960s.

[dontsearchformyaccount]

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[oldbaton]

ok today:

chest and triceps at gym

went to friends hat to catsit and play with cat

friend came home and we ate lunch

went to brooklyn central library got two book

went to coffee shop and read

took scenic route to train and went home

read some more

called friend and chatted

took edible that just hit

Good day!

[betterbooktitles]

The moment I got to work Tuesday — 7 minutes late clocking in. Thank you, app that alerts me every time — I saw an email from my father asking cryptically to call him about “medications.” When my parents ask me to call them via email or text at my earliest convenience, it either means it’s a holiday or someone died. Otherwise, they’d call outright or text. It’s the preamble that scares me.

My body tensed up, less like an adrenal surge and more a mild dread. Like when you check your work email after a long vacation and see your day get more arduous with the appearance of each bold subject line. My day was about to get a little more stressful. I stood in the box-cluttered backroom of the bookstore and stared at the wall where an event poster featuring Ginger Spice smiled back offering me warm consolation. The ringer buzzed a few times through my AirPods, and I heard my dad’s voice, sounding a little drained himself. He was on his last round of radiation for now. I thought of his most recent visit to New York with my mom. I drove them to see my stand-up show, and my dad had brought the wrong dosage of morphine for the car ride into the city. To ease the discomfort, he paced up and down the block in Brooklyn, taking deep breaths. I thought of the times I had seen him after chemo when he could only stay awake in the living room with us for 45 minutes at a time. I thought of my mom’s emails, packed with details about treatments and doctor’s appointments, updates that included the disclaimer you don’t have to read this right now.

“Hey, I just got to work, what’s up?” I said, watching my friend Claire wave a hand to let me know I could take my time with a personal call three minutes into my shift. As our mutual friend Hannah told us, there’s no such thing as a book emergency. This call was more important.

“Oh, I don’t mean to bother you at work.” He said.

“It’s fine, nothing’s happening at the moment.”

“I was calling because I did not want to write ‘marijuana’ over text.”

My dad was calling me to get edibles.

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Villain Rise Mikey Thoughts: Part Two

a continuation of my first villain mikey post ! this is where it gets more m-rated (using archive ratings) so i'm thinking people 17+ can proceed reading, if you're sixteen about to turn seventeen that's fine too but anyone below that, please do not read !!

cw: graphic depictions of violence, drugs, addiction

i left off on fifteen year old mikey discovering a love for baking edibles

it started off small but eventually he started growing his own green and selling in the hidden city

he made connections and they started helping him out– he was a small business owner, keeping his head down, until he crosses paths with a yokai who knows certain recipes for a higher selection of products (if you know my ccc au ocs, prion, a manticore yokai, and carmine, the daughter of boss bruce from the masters of barbarianism, are part of mikey's hidden city inner circle)

mikey agrees to learning the recipes because the money is coming in quickly and he doesn't even have to steal anymore

draxum catches on to what mikey's doing and he's skeptical about it– how will this help with destroying the humans ?

mikey may dislike humans, but he doesn't necessarily want to destroy them.

subduing them sounds more like his style.

draxum's like "oh ! carry on then son !" (he's such a proud dad)

big mama catches on to mikey's operation and how it's taking away from her own criminal empire's revenue, so he's seen as a competitor.

he had picked up on newer recipes, better than with mere mystic weed, he cooks with mystic mushrooms (his mushroom tarts are BOMB) and makes synthetic substances (i.e. acid, mdma, amphetamine) separately.

after big mama tries to sic the hidden city police on mikey, he moves back up to the surface after conferring with his inner circle that they could take care of things without big mama getting in the way

he moves back to brooklyn and does what he always did, tagging buildings, stealing, killing– but that brought media attention.

as much as villain mikey loves to have fun, he goes on to start business topside, stopping his usual criminal activity.

after using his mystic powers sparingly for a while so that he could heal post krang, he makes portals for deliveries from the hidden city, then he starts baking.

he finally kidnaps a few humans to keep as pets, using them to test doses rather than dote on them like they're pets (they're essentially "lab rats", but he doesn't like the fact that donnie would dub them that, so pets it is).

his edibles are considerably smaller for humans, but costly for good reason.

he opens a mutant friendly bakery/cafe establishment as a front, hiring meat sweats as the head chef because he's been a pain in his brother's asses for years.

mikey hires other mutants and a human to work the cafe.

he doesn't really like the thought of them in charge of selling his goods, even if it's just regular food and drink (the mutants and a human employee are also ccc au ocs of mine, ziva, oscar, and miwa kutsuki)

after mikey is done testing all the products on his pets, he goes back to the hidden city with them, giving them to draxum for him to mutate.

he watches the process for the first time, watching how their bones snap and twist, the blood they cough out as they claw and grip at each other in the vat of empyrean they're thrown in.

that's when mikey realises... draxum put his brothers through that. put him through that.

he was a mere hatchling.

he realised his father isn't as good as he thought he was, therefore going mystic on him for a good reason.

draxum can't talk mikey down from it this time, it's only when he accidentally opens a portal in front of raph that the "red angel of preventing harm" busts in with his ninpo and hugs mikey tightly, whispering in his ear that he's safe and he doesn't have to hurt anyone.

mikey suddenly remembers what he did to raph when they were little and stops, the chains burning and choking draxum loosening and fading as he collapses back on the ground of his lab.

"i... i don't want to hurt my family."

after that ordeal, twenty year old mikey leaves the country, making a portal all the way to south america where he finds another hidden city to hide away in.

he loses his boredom motive to wreak havoc, deciding to start honest work there for a while until some yokai approaches him with a plant he's never seen before in new york's hidden city.

he starts growing it with him and they start a business together.

mikey learns how to make flour out of this plant and bakes edibles with hallucinogenic effects, just like his mushroom tarts.

after a while, mikey brings this plant back to the states and starts selling, revenue growing exponentially on the east coast.

he finds out meat sweats completely took over his bakery/cafe, renaming it and stealing millions from him.

meat sweats also fired everyone, since ziva stole food from her job because she couldn't eat and afford her apartment, oscar wasn't focused on his tasks, and miwa turned out to be an undercover agent from japan.

luckily, rupert swaggart only knew the weed recipe, otherwise mikey would have been cooked.

he had been meaning to cut off his weed supply anyway, especially since he found the flower down in south america.

mikey moves out of brooklyn to have an apartment in tribeca, manhattan, closer to where his new business could be.

he opens a new bakery/cafe in the financial district, it attracts all the upper class businessmen with fixed lifestyles.

and for whoever knows the business is a front, it also attracts the substance addicts looking for something better.

mikey gets rich quickly, but he keeps his studio apartment in tribeca, buying out the whole building instead of renting.

he installs his own greenhouse at the top after the city grants him permission, which alerts his brothers of his location.

he dismantles it and decides to rent all around manhattan, an apartment in each district.

mikey housed homeless mutants in his extra apartments, but his hospitality ran very thin.

the only rules were not to trash the place and to cover for him if anyone comes up to the door and asks for him.

villain mikey grows extra paranoid in his twenties, he feels as though everyone is out to get him, even his regular clients.

he bakes as a stress reliever, manages his bakery/café under an alias.

sometimes he works at the till with a cloaking brooch after long periods of isolation, just to interact with people.

after all the years he's been ingesting mystic weed, he hadn't tried anything else, knowing it could affect him as a business owner.

then after a depressive episode, twenty three year old mikey tries his trademarked mdma.

he joins the rave scene and makes connections there, as well as getting a few new willing pets to try his south american mystic baked goods so his demographic expands.

carmine comes up topside, telling mikey she needs him back in the hidden city.

so mikey returns and finds that prion, his right hand yokai, died from an overdose of mystic opioids, which he thought was bullshit because prion swore he would never touch the crap.

he knew that big mama was behind prion's death and decided to set fire to her auction houses, her third biggest revenue source.

he dipped into mania, selling full sized mystic pastries to whoever asked.

it's been years since mikey talked to his dad.

draxum was converted to his brothers' side and no longer resided in the hidden city.

he used to take pride in who his father was, now looking at him made him ill.

it was time boss bruce made his successor the donna of the masters of barbarianism, proving her worth by managing mikey's drug operation well in the hidden city for a decade.

carmine was allowed a few months before her induction, so mikey decided to bring her up topside.

being a tall dragon lady, she's bound to turn heads, so she wore a cloaking brooch whenever she went out with mikey.

mikey started coming down from mania and carmine was there for all of it, helping him get clean and caring for him when he was crashing.

he always really liked carmine, but everything had to be kept professional, right ? right ?

carmine had to return from her surface vacation to follow in her father's footsteps, and mikey was left alone again to manage everything.

he's sober for the most part, mystic weed still keeps him calm so he doesn't get aggressive.

by the time he reaches his late twenties, villain mikey gets bored again.

what – or rather who – will satisfy him ?

[shokuto]

you once said that if you ever wrote for miles you would turn Brooklyn Visions into Euphoria High, what did you mean by that?

Brooklyn Visions has always been a little dry to me. I don’t feel anyone’s properly utilized it as a setting where all these different adolescent personalities come in and knock into each other.

So when I say I’d turn it into Euphoria High, I mean to say I’d introduce a lot of messy drama and character work like in the show Euphoria or even, I don’t know, Degrassi. I think it’d be fascinating for Miles and his classmates to be engrossed in Stupid Teen Shit™️ like parties, scandals and whatnot.

I once outlined this idea where Miles and Ganke threw a Project X party because the latter wanted to be popular. And another where Miles accidentally ate a pack of Sour Patch edibles after school. And another where Miles joined the basketball team only to face resentment from his teammates, one of which being the ex of a girl he’s kinda seeing but also not really seeing. That sort of thing.

[multipleentities]

THERE ARE SO MANY WAYS TO LOVE

I WOULD LIKE THEM ALL

On June 27th I saw a sunburnt baby. I know this because I was surprised enough to write it down in my notes app. I wrote, “that baby has a sunburn and so does my nose”. Weird to me that someone let their baby burn. I’m pretty sure sun protection is one of the top rules about babies. 

I have a collection of hair ties given to me by other people. You know, you ask for one, put your hair up, and then completely forget. Most are traditional black or brown, and there’s one in bright blue. I can’t remember who I got it from, but I know they were special.

I have a hair tie Becca lent me the week we met. Her hair is still knotted around the joint in the covering. Her head was red then, then she switched to blonde, now back red. We were in my car watching a movie, I think it was our second date. 

On Monday July 29th, I was in Brooklyn at a Sidney Gish show with my friend Micaela. We went drinking first and bonded with strangers over Casamigos. (Tony from LA turned out to be a dick— go figure.) Thoroughly drunk in the pit of the venue, we met Griffin, who was alone and excited. After I realized I couldn’t finish the drink I had bought, I gave it to them. The three of us locked arms and sang the words to “Sin Triangle”. I asked for a hair tie. Micaela’s hair is short. Griffin handed me one with a smile. It’s the only one I’ve used for over a week. 

I went outside at some point, just to breathe. I met a beautiful girl at a red metal table. She offered me an oracle card and a drag of her cigarette. I read her a poem. 

I’m having an identity crisis again. I’ve been calling myself ‘Josephine’ so much that, for a split-second, I’m shocked when I hear ‘Josie’. I like Josephine though. Josie is middle school sad in leggings. She’s high school dumping sawdust out of ugly boots. She’s dropping out of college and abusing edible marijuana. 

Josephine is now and painting in her room. She’s grown up and brighter. She’s listening closely to a thunderstorm. 

If you read this, please call me Josephine.