#august is coming

[aj-luvsu08]

And suddenly, it stopped being fun anymore.

It stopped bringing me joy

Stopped giving me that rush

Stopped filling that void

Stopped being true

And in that very moment, I realized

That it was my time to go

[melthemoon]

[odetothehole]

So since none of my friends would understand if I posted on my story ima post it here

…August is coming🤳📸👹

[verfound]

WIP Wednesday: 7/27/22

...if I was SMART, I would be working on PH.  You know what I’m working on instead?  Not PH, I’ll tell you that much...

Blame Quick she knows what she did.  😝🖤

Luka Couffaine was two the first time he saw a ghost – or at least the first time he remembers.  There had to be more before, ones that he couldn’t remember or had been too young to know what they were, like the time his Granny had told him spirits – wisps – used to dance above his Ma’s cradle.

“It’s how I knew,” Granny had laughed, wiping the smudge of flour from his nose as he helped her roll shortbread.  “Yer Ma had the wind in her soul, b’y.  She’d follow the wisps anywhere.”

But the first one Luka remembered?

He’d been two and standing on the orange stool the nurses had pulled up for other Siblings, his pudgy face and hands pressed to the glass of the nursery window. Inside, his baby sister – barely three hours old – was swaddled in the fuzziest pink blanket he had ever seen. Wide blue eyes were focused on that scrunchy bundle, as unblinking as a two-year-old’s could be as he kept watch. Gran had been talking on a payphone a few quick steps away, her own eyes on him.

“And who’s this, then?” a kindly voice had whispered by his ear, and he’d turned to see kind, kind eyes the color of his Seanair’s truck set behind wrinkly, weathered skin and framed by wispy silver hair – hair like his Ma’s, but thinner.  She was old – older than Granny, even – and wearing a brown housecoat.  Luka swallowed as her eyes fell to the blue shirt Granny had got him that proudly declared ‘I’m the Big Brother’ in blocky yellow letters.  “Got a new little miss, have you?”

He had nodded, his lips pressed together, and pointed at the bassinet labeled ‘Couffaine’.  He was still shaky on the spelling, but the words was long and started with ‘C’ and Granny had said besides.  The woman had smiled and patted his head, her hand not even ruffling his hair with the motion as it had passed through his black curls.

“You be a good big brother now,” the woman had said.  A harried man with wild blond hair had rushed through her then, stepping up to the glass with shaking hands and nearly knocking Luka from his stool.  She had barely seemed to notice the disturbance, scattering into mist and back into her faded form with barely a blink.  As the man had focused on the blue bundle marked with an ‘A’ next to his sister, she had stood and frowned sadly at him.  “He’s beautiful, Gabriel.  Mind him now.  Do better than your papa.”

And then she was gone, and Granny was done on the phone and hurrying him off to go see Ma, and Luka never saw the woman again.

Twenty-two years later, the ghost standing in his new bedroom looked nothing like the old woman from the hospital.

[halfmooncrochet]

This week I mentioned to my crochet group that I do not sell my patterns.

They disagreed. If you have a talent you should share it.

I don't mind. I have my reasons. However. If someone in my brain put forth a week of time and energy that tires them out for a while, I can see why. However, they don't really know I'm a multiple either.

August is ready to make another art doll, but not Greninja. I'm hoping he'll do something cool. I keep seeing deer patterns; maybe Eric will work on another Lady of the Forest.

-Moon

[giadrws]

balloon flower is for endless love, obedience, honesty, the return of a friend is desired.

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[unprettypeony]

Even metalhead Zayne honors the incoming August..

[whelmedkiksu]

even in the city, I can smell the salt in the air