mental plaque @writtenwren - Tumblr Blog

Good night my sweetest Jenkins Possum Zilla. You were the best cat that has ever existed, and the just over 15 years we shared together were so full. You are the best family member I ever could have had and my life was blessed the day you found us. We will see you and hold you again. I love you.

Werd.

So Tonight That I Might See by Mazzy Star (via)

topcat77

Joan Miro

untitled, 1957

amaki09

（ﾟ毒ﾟ）しんどい。まつりそ。

rho-unknown-deactivated20210729

My photo

writtenwren

handwriting. - J.W. Bouwman

writtenwren

author. - J.W. Bouwman

I wanted to write something real, so I held you in a paper cup, letting the wax melt slowly into soft curls that coat my lips with every sip, downing your essence, your truth, with each mouthful of the warm liquid held within.

I wanted to write something true, so I cast my wishes upon the breezes, where they were safe from others’ prying ears, and traced their journey through the tailwinds of various birds’ migrations, from warm shore to warm shore, certain they’d eventually find their way to the harbour of your collarbones.

I wanted to write you, into an existence that was closer than a here and a there, and sooner than my next heartbeat, but my fingers are fumbley, and my words can often fail. But my heart, oh my heart, it thrums and sings, calling out in all the ways it knows. And all the sounds are you, all the sounds are you…