Her name was ‘Too Many’, as she was the stray and her addition to the family officially meant they had too many dogs.
Poem for Too Many, A Good Dog.
I’m a good dog
I will take myself
Out into the woods
To lay my head down softly
Don’t yell for me
This time I can’t come
The paper I originally scribbled it down on.
And a picture of Too Many.
You can take a 15 minute break whenever you want.
Good way to get people to leave you alone
Breathing exercises that can help calm you down
Nicotine make brain go brrrr
Sometimes, you get to make friends by sharing cigarettes with them. Especially useful at bars
Even more likely, getting to have nice conversations with the friend you already have over a cig.
You can’t deny the beauty of it.
I love her music and style, and it’s really brought me back to loving the south.
This is an old house, practically dilapidated, yet my boss (who’s well into his 70’s) still lives here with his wife.
It’s very common for people, at least where I live in the rural American south, to live in a house that is practically falling apart out of necessity. Too poor to fix it and too poor to move. In his case, also too old.
He lives up an old dirt road and something about it is so nostalgic and beautiful for me.
Some Southern Gothic. But I was not in the South.
"it feels like it only happened to me"
A little fairy I drew.
Hey so apparently the Trump administration is trying to include Natives in his unconstitutional birthright citizenship end order. They haven't been non citizens since 1924. He trying to fucking reverse the Snyder Act.
A lot, if not all, of his plans impact natives in some way. Remember to keep advocating for native rights.
Another playlist.
This time of my favorites from Sleep Token
“You aren’t sad. You’re hungry”
Some pictures I took yearssss ago.