allthingstakenmerrily asked:your drawings are so lucidly beautiful, but mostly, i like your writing. is english your first language? your verbs are mixed up and your words come out in ways no one else`s do, but it has very, very good effect. It is not unusual for people to look at me and listen to me and to ask where I came from.  They are often sure I am from elsewhere, all foreign and odd. I was born in the UK, and  English is my first language, though I am not entirely sure of any of the rules.  Words fall out of us, see? And this is how they happen to fall from me.  Thank you for saying things. Anonymous asked:  help me. i am horrid and hollow and sad and anxious all the time. there is a pointy beast that pokes and prods at my self worth and kindess. it took up residence for no reason, a long time ago. do you have a beast? i can usually tell, and though yours is slightly different to mine, i feel like maybe you live with one. perhaps if we burried ourself in a pillow fort and didn’t come out for days, our beasts would fall in love and marry. then run away together…. we will be light as feathers then. Beastly beasts.  I’m not sure if we have them or are them.  I am in favour of hiding for a time, and letting the dust and the dread drift offffff out of our mouths and into the sea.  There is lightness to come, my dear.  Bound to come because if it doesn’t there is going to be some awful big yawn about us.  We are forever falling down the hole or scrabbledragging ourselves up and out of it.  My beast is not without love, and really I’d like it to be a happy one.  So yes, marry and be merry. Anonymous asked:  Today has been uneasy for me as well. Thrice the moon has come and gone—almost another, now—yet still my father is in ashes, and I cannot forget. The pain is tidal. Yet when I feel as though I may perchance drown beneath the darkness, I come to your blog. I see how you have crawled back up from where your demons have dragged you. And I remember that this, too, shall pass. So thank you for holding my hand for so very, very long. Should bits of him still linger, I think he would thank you too. There is not much to do or say.  There are some people here and they, you, are all real things.  Wet wet eyes and pink parts for the touching and tasting.  Just far away, is all.  If there is badness, it is ok to hold it close.  Not to smother it, you understand, but to take something sharp and snip and chip and scratch bits off it until it becomes a thing of use or beauty or just a lump of terrible love.   I do hope you are (all) ok. 

allthingstakenmerrily asked:your drawings are so lucidly beautiful, but mostly, i like your writing. is english your first language? your verbs are mixed up and your words come out in ways no one else`s do, but it has very, very good effect.

It is not unusual for people to look at me and listen to me and to ask where I came from.  They are often sure I am from elsewhere, all foreign and odd. I was born in the UK, and  English is my first language, though I am not entirely sure of any of the rules.  Words fall out of us, see? And this is how they happen to fall from me.  Thank you for saying things.

Anonymous asked:  help me. i am horrid and hollow and sad and anxious all the time. there is a pointy beast that pokes and prods at my self worth and kindess. it took up residence for no reason, a long time ago. do you have a beast? i can usually tell, and though yours is slightly different to mine, i feel like maybe you live with one. perhaps if we burried ourself in a pillow fort and didn’t come out for days, our beasts would fall in love and marry. then run away together…. we will be light as feathers then.

Beastly beasts.  I’m not sure if we have them or are them.  I am in favour of hiding for a time, and letting the dust and the dread drift offffff out of our mouths and into the sea.  There is lightness to come, my dear.  Bound to come because if it doesn’t there is going to be some awful big yawn about us.  We are forever falling down the hole or scrabbledragging ourselves up and out of it.  My beast is not without love, and really I’d like it to be a happy one.  So yes, marry and be merry.

Anonymous asked:  Today has been uneasy for me as well. Thrice the moon has come and gone—almost another, now—yet still my father is in ashes, and I cannot forget. The pain is tidal. Yet when I feel as though I may perchance drown beneath the darkness, I come to your blog. I see how you have crawled back up from where your demons have dragged you. And I remember that this, too, shall pass. So thank you for holding my hand for so very, very long. Should bits of him still linger, I think he would thank you too.

There is not much to do or say.  There are some people here and they, you, are all real things.  Wet wet eyes and pink parts for the touching and tasting.  Just far away, is all.  If there is badness, it is ok to hold it close.  Not to smother it, you understand, but to take something sharp and snip and chip and scratch bits off it until it becomes a thing of use or beauty or just a lump of terrible love.  

I do hope you are (all) ok. 

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    Ah andrew, your poetic musings soothe and calm so quaintly.
  2. ordina said: i want to give you hugs and touch and feel and stuff. you are a different sort of lovely.
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