finally checked the back garden after last night's hailstorm. the big tree lost a lot of leaves. peas got smashed up a bit but the cabbages are fine. worried there'd be nothing left out there but coleslaw. still early enough in the summer for my roses to bloom again. i hope.

my delphiniums fared a little better than my roses

fucking weather gave me the sads.

RT @Elfhood_: God left a hole in language. That’s where poets bleed through. That's where the real ones escape the cage.

perhaps you're disappearing .perhaps it's me .who's drifted back.back to the far flung perimeter.

RT @poppinggravity: Feeling you with me

beautifully sad is a thing sometimes.

surveying the damage can wait for tomorrow. i just can't right now.

hailstorm's smashing my garden to bits.

burned through all the second & third chances, now what.

maybe up the fuck you should shut.

if i knew how to make you smile .i'd have done it a long time ago.

patience for a strange select few.

of course you're beautiful .dipshit.

RT @CollagingDreams: an ache reminding you of how alive you are.

RT @IfIwassomething: It's no cause for concern when you sprout stress wings and buzz like a locust, it happens to a lot to people our age w….

maybe should've listened to cassandra, huh.

a few people will surprise you. most won't.

everything unfolding as it should