#liltedbatshit

[liltedlilly]

i’m trying to hop on this bullet journal trend but i’m, like, terrified of this blank (expensive) notebook? like if i put a mark in, it will be ruined.

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in memoriam. she was lovely and strong through every day of her nineteen years.

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i want it to be spring so i can put planters outside and grow lovely things like herbs and tomatoes

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Drift

when I was small you smelled of toothpaste and Speed Stick and coffee on cold mornings, and some evenings you’d have a beer, an IPA, and polish your boots with a rhythm like the steps of a spell, chilled sunlight leaking under the blinds. and you’d speak to me of history, of pharaohs and reincarnation and lateral drift, sitting cross-legged on the cracked linoleum, Kroger bags catching dried flakes of polish.

lateral drift. a thought from Phaedrus, maybe, that sometimes, in order to move forward, one must move for a while in no direction at all.

or, none in particular, at least. and so I took my time in life.

I texted mom for answers and set my huge dead spiky skeleton mums in the bathtub to soak  - they were only thirsty, and when the first green leaves poked out between the soil and the bristly dead stuff the sun shone.

my roses, though -  my roses I kept for weeks - dropped browned leaves onto the countertop again and again, then petals, too, but still I kept them, watered, trimmed, cared for them. they pricked me with dried thorns and rotted in the stainless sink.

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I love you

!!!!!!

you’re crazy, and sweet, and crazy sweet! tyvm!

[liltedlilly]

the love is back

guess who’s backback againi don’t actually know this song

(i’m liltedlilly yes i’m the real lilly....)

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quick! someone teach me how to river dance

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i keep following artists, my shitty textpost blog has so much color queued up. get pumped.