I like the lighting.
Photo and words are mine.
A collage of things that influence my writing.
Another warm fall day in Alabama. Sitting and swaying, listening to the birds, I think of a world less giving then my own.
A world where I live here because of the conditions, not only coincidentally.
The warm air and cool breeze. The ease of winter here. Nothing more than ice, a glass sheen on the stripped back earth.
Winter means mud, and the sharpened branches, harsh without their dress of green during the warmer months.
this is the most real thing ever
my friend found a tooth on the ground and DIDNT pick it up to give to me… never contacting her again
In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.
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