Merimac-the-brave - The Shire

going to a strawberry patch was honestly the height of my aesthetic

ARTEMIS: lady of the wild things, deep forests, animals and wild hunt. Goddess of the moon and guardian of the young girls and women.

Finished it. This was a wonderful book.

Why did I wait so long to read this?

Sun rising over the lake a few months ago. 😍

Eldalondë by Alan Lee

Living like an Hobbit🍄🍞🧀🥩🐑🐇

sweaters and cocoa🤎

Marc-Olivier Jodoin

It’s been a while.

Finished my new drawing of dragon-sickness Thorin. :)

When I was 14, I heard my dad talking to one of his friends. My dad’s friend was expecting their first child and found out it was going to be a boy. They wanted a girl. My dad told his friend that he and my mom wanted 2 kids, a girl and a boy. Their first child was a boy, my older brother. My dad said, looking back, he was so happy they had a boy first.

When I was born, he said they really wanted a daughter. So they decided to have a third child.

I learned at that point, I was never wanted.

There is no question that my sister is my dad’s favorite. Then my brother. Then me.

There is no question that my brother is my mom’s favorite. My sister is a close second. Most the time, I don’t even think she likes me.

Life has taught me that I am just a disposable cup.

Like this cup, I don’t have any value, once someone is done with what they want from me, I get discarded. When people are done with my friendship, or tired of my affection, or don’t need my help anymore, I get left behind. I am sometimes left on the table, or forgotten, or tossed in the trash. But all too often, I end up crushed along the side the road.