Did some writing today :) these are not my words ! The author is unknown (yes, i researched and came up with nothing) so I’m not trying to take away from their work!
I hope I never get tired of the night sky, of thunderstorms, of watching cream make galaxies in my coffee. This world is ugly. I hope I never grow to be someone who can no longer see the small beautiful things.
I like to call my chickens “beasties” or “fat little monster trucks” and other such affectionate terms, but dad seems to take offence whenever I do and always gently refers to them as “the girls,” “the ladies” and sometimes “the dames” when he’s putting them away, like he’s a butler shepherding a group of well-bred country lasses into the parlour for tea
this post evokes such a pleasing mental image that my depression was completely cured for 5 and a half minutes
