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Life Blog Update #2

Hello!~ It’s currently the 12th of December on a super hot Saturday. It’s about 31 degrees Celsius today, so I went for a dip in the pool but mostly today I’ve been taking care of all my animals. 

I recently got a new job at a cute drive thru cafe, since my grocery store job was messing up my availabilities so I’m resigning cause it causes me a lot of stress. Anyway, I hope everything works out in the end, my anxiety has been at 120% because of it all...

Sadly one of my ducklings passed away whilst I was out at work...I have no clue why it happened, like it was just pure chance cause it was only one of the 16 of them so, I’ll be looking closer at what they do just to be careful....

Uhhh what else? Um, I guess I’ve been struggling a lot, but I’m really trying to push myself forward and trying to do self-care....it’s intense but yknow...

( Source : https://imgur.com/r/CozyPlaces/uO7juIh  )

I wore a very cute goth dress the other day while riding my bike!!~ Being non-binary and very dysphoric, I didnt wear dresses for ages mainly because of things my ex said, but I picked up the courage to wear it the other day!~ And I’m happy I did.

So that’s all for now, I’ll do another update maybe in a week to see if anything really happens!

- Quinny

“I don’t have to see you right now”

With his feet edged into the tiled rooftop of a busted old home, that resided on the corner of Lavender Way, Archie tilted his head to the clouds. Relaxing his shoulders, he breathes in the sweet aroma of someone’s nearby baked loaf and admired the small bustling town from above. The cars that shrieked with different tendencies of horns and the occasional screech of rage-fueled drivers washed into his ears like waves. He bit down gently on his lit cigarette that hung onto his pale lips, deciding the time was right to move on. To forget all that once happened, and as the sunset, so did his memories of Lenny.

Poetry Collection : Anthology 1 , Volume 2 "Mushrooms"

Fleeting fungi cover the forest's foliage,

now autumn, mushrooms sprout in

reclaiming what was once superior,

nevertheless, forgetting any of their sacrifices.

Yet to their hereditary, circles of such

express history and tradition

from spores succumb stories and success

forever encased in extensive exploration

The crack of sticks, the rip of elder bark

and the deteriorated corpse of an apex fox,

all engulfed by the everlasting enigma fuelled by death.

Fields of mushrooms march onto the moon

soon made malignant by autumn's moratorium

Slowly, the slivers of gills and secrete and slime

before commiting to another year on a waiting list.

Art Collection : Witch's Ways

"Radiant As The Sun"

"I Wanna Bee By Myself"

"Within The Crystal Jar"

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