By Living On, We Are Honoring...

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B E     T H A N K F U L

E V E R Y     D A Y 

I N     H O N O R    O F    T H O S E

W H O    N O W    L I V E    O N    I N    O U R    

H E A R T S    L I K E    L O V E L Y

G H O S T S

Adventure Kingdom or Moonrise Time ???

Finn the Khaki Scout and Princess Suzy Gum

(feel free to download and print out a copy fo' yo'self...just

give credit if you repost or show off to yo' friends, please!)

New Pins in Ye Olde Etsy Shoppe

New Cardboard Pins in Me Etsy Shoppe!

Beanie-d, Bearded Men

(great listeners, make excellent companions and/or lovers)

"Special" Kitties

(don't judge them--they don't judge you)

 Unicorn Brooches

(because...why the hell not?)

Cow Skulls: Series 2

submissions for the current contest put on by Oh Deer! Designs

feet that stumble over concrete deserts

belong to the glittered, barefoot girl

whose heart burns so sweetly

like a fat-bellied cactus in your hands

Moonrise Kingdom

"I have an escaped Khaki scout."

(i heart sam shakusky)

"i love you, BUT..."

"i love you, too." 

poor suzy-bean

[even the kitten is an important character...they ALL matter]

here's to

stolen adventures

and writing love letters

and not getting stuck in one place

and falling deeply in sweet, sweet love...

Loving you...

...ain't hard to do, baby doll.

So this...is love.

let's be boyfriend and girlfriend

The Most Important Meal of the Day

eat up, chaps!

Cow Skulls: Series 1

 

Lucia

Zooey

Grenadine

[prints coming soon to Etsy, ya'll]

Angel Bayou

Swaying like a specter on a swamp-licked porch,

Angel Bayou lights her haunting torch--

Like fireflies you're drawn so eerily in

To a beatific flame's promise you'll be born again.

Dog Days

This dog is CRAY CRAY, ya'll.

Baby, it's true:

The People I Meet

Meet Mickey, the car rental sales guy in St. Maarten:

(the only person there who was actually what he seemed)

The People I Meet

Meet the Lady in White:

(don't judge a woman by her wrinkles)

The People I Meet

Meet my mum's friend Judi:

(one evening with the lady will make you swoon)

The People I Meet

Meet the cute black guy at Moe's:

(sometimes strangers are more magical than strange)

It's not even October yet, but...

...the retail industry seems to think it's time to break out the Halloween decorations.

This is the one holiday I'm never disappointed to see a bit early.

"ghosts and gems"

"you were never really gone"

"teaching me to fly was your best mistake"

Happy not-even-close-to-Halloween!

Stolen

all they stole is your stories

(but your heart is next)

Meanwhile...

Baby terrarium DIY coming soon!

In the meantime, enjoy some story time!

Some worlds are monumental:

Giza pyramids and super novas and golden gates and coral kingdoms.

Some worlds are monstrous:

riddling sphinxes and black holes and political un-heroes and 3000-toothed beasts.

Some worlds are masterpieces:

buried treasure tombs and comet dust rings and rainbow graffiti brick walls and iridescent sea dragons.

Some worlds are musical:

drums like heartbeats and silence like emptiness and rappers like metaphors and whales like lovers.

Some worlds are mine:

holding your hand through a sandstorm and exploding into crystal meteors and documenting exquisite moments and building tiny gardens for my loves to survive.

Not Your Average Unicorn

I'm not really your average unicorn.  Actually, most of the time I'm just a kid. But I don't like being a kid.  Because of...other kids.  They call me names.  Not to my face, but I hear their gravelly whispers.  What a fattie.  What a loser.  What a bitch.  I don't know what a bitch is, but I know it's not good when you're called one.

When it gets to be too much--ugly stupid fat dirty idiot whore nobody--I become my true self, which is a unicorn.

When I'm a unicorn, I'm colors and I'm cotton candy and I'm cool summer breezes and I'm that hug between you and your favorite person and I'm the dream you had that you wish was real.

When I'm a unicorn, I'm golden like innocence and radiant like the sun hitting the ocean--a thousand sparkles kissing your eyes closed but they open again because they are mesmerized, in love.

When I'm a unicorn, I'm alone but I'm not lonely--bougainvilleas sing to me and willow trees whisper my favorite poem and dandelions wait for me to set their children free and shells dance on shore, flashing their shapes and hues as if to say, 'Pick me!  Pick me!'

When I'm a unicorn, I'm no one's joke, no one's loser, no one's outcast.  I'm not the kid you let sit with you at lunch but you don't even look at, I'm not the kid you pass in the hallway and whisper, 'Gay', to.  I'm not the kid you look down on and think poorly of, I'm not the kid you think you are better than.

When I'm a unicorn, I can't be touched.

Because unicorns only live when you've decided to let go.