#strawberries!

[talkwiththeface]

It’s peak eating fruit hunched over the sink season! I love it!

[sharkbeneaththelotus]

Still life practice

Krita with wacom one

[soph-ie812]

how did u make these....... take my money

[themusicsweetly]

“I was dead, my Sassenach -- and yet all that time, I loved you.”

I closed my eyes, feeling the tickle of grass on my lips, light as the touch of sun and air.

The grass fell away. Eyes still closed, I felt him lean toward me, and his mouth on mine, warm as sun, light as air.

“So long as my body lives, and yours -- we are one flesh,” he whispered. His fingers touched me, hair and chin and neck and breast, and I breathed his breath and felt him solid under my hand. Then I lay with my head on his shoulder, the strength of him supporting me, the words deep and soft in his chest.

“And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours. Claire -- I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you.”

The wind stirred the leaves of chestnut trees nearby, and the scents of late summer rose up rich around us; pine and grass and strawberries, sunwarmed stone and cool water, and the sharp, musky smell of his body next to mind.

“Nothing is lost, Sassenach; only changed.”

“That’s the first law of thermodynamics,” I said, wiping my nose.

“No,” he said. “That’s faith.”

[bugwords]

[catharticartist]

Guys I made a strawberry jello poke cake!

I’ll post pictures maybe ….maybe

[sburbanrelapse]

DREAM ENTRY #2 - 14/10/23 - SWEETEST INDULGENCE, PERFECT TO THE TASTE

everything there was covered in strawberry sauce.

one of my friends had gotten this wonderful darkly-colored street apartment, back on the street i used to live near with the freeway right next to it, with this massive yard. must have sliced out a part of the park to do it. we were all playing a wargame, or otherwise represented some stupid, petty political squabble my specific brand of mental illness has always found fun? the kitchen was big enough to seat either, i know that much, but not at the same table.

"and you were there," i want to say - but. well. that the both of you were there is more accurate.

realistically, there's no reason the either of you should be interacting with that group, the first collection of friends i ever made, other than obligation. that sort of grand excuse to be awful to each other's not up the host's alley anyways, and it's certainly not up yours, transient and adorable and all too merciful. more than anything, frankly, it must have just been an excuse my mind concocted to ensure we'd be largely alone and that i'd be the only target of either of your affections.

the entire house was littered with strawberries. by the time we moved to the park, the juice was practically covering the floor. all the better. i've told the loopily sweet one at least what that does to me.

strangely, i think it took until the event was almost all the way over for there to be a kiss. i applaud myself on the self-restraint. with the host it was more just that sort of noxiously toxic brand of almost-flirting we do for once confirmed as such. staring at each other with eyes only made for one another, dancing that little dance of power, corruption and lies, hanging off each other and leaving strawberry sauce everywhere we went. you've told me you've always found them mediocre, as a fruit. but they've always been my favorite. that must have been why you came in with thirty bins of the stuff.

it was the unfailingly kind one whose lips i melted into in the end, half-falling over and sweet red liquid in each other's mouths. your tongue tasted like rose-gold sunsets and waking up tangled up together on other people's couches and i wondered after if now was the time to start consulting a guide for how to kiss you better, so as to keep you from having to train me overmuch.

so at least i wasn't warping reality too shamelessly. i seemed to understand that that'd be a rare thing.

you switched in naturally. that was what surprised me. you switched in naturally, not a lick of exhaustion, not with a fragment of your host's reliance on those new and exciting neurotoxins she takes to act like it's okay to give every part of herself away. but it was brilliant, i think, watching you come to the fore only because you wanted to.

reminds me now of that one time with the ice cream parlor, back when i was the only one who really knew you.

better off that there's more, really. so perhaps that's why i envisioned it at that friend's place, and not any of yours. because there at least i could get what i want without feeling guilty about it.

there was goopy, dripping strawberry jam on the street. i pretended to clean it with a mop but just used it as an excuse to talk with you for every second. i chased you, by the end of that, like a heat-seeking missile, like it was my life's dream to wind myself in your arms and let you help me forget about everything.

maybe it already is.