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Still here 💙 been getting a lot of artwork done 👌🏽
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Underneath sits darkness with numerous belongings lost below with growling being heard every night I go to bed. Keeping me awake at night, I can’t fall asleep am I supposed to tell Dad? Cry and cry until he takes me away and banishes the evil monster away for his princess, his angel.
Moving to the end of my bed I hang my legs and watch as they dangle there. How can anyone get any sleep while there’s all this growling going on and why doesn’t Dad hear it every night. But I can? I don’t even think our puppy can hear it either.
When I touch the ground the growling continues… Then it suddenly stops. Eyes widen, suddenly feeling scared I back away from my bed as silence fills my bedroom. I’ve never seen this monster before, or not entirely at least I hear the growling almost every night and am aware that it has bright purple eyes that like to sometimes watch me when I play in my bedroom after dinnertime. But I don’t know what this monster looks like or ever where it came from, just that it likes to growl and won’t let me have anything I put underneath my bed. What’s mine is his.
My back hitting the wall makes me want to run and get my dad but why won’t I move? I want to move but I can't. The growling begins once again and sounds even louder than before which makes my heart pick up like nothing before. All I want to do is cry. But I can’t. All I want to do is run and get my dad. But I can’t. Something comes over me that makes the fear go away so I walk toward my bed just to get a look at it, what beast sits under my bed and makes all this noise at night.
Crouching down to see the darkness then there’s eyes, purple eyes, Bright there’s no doubt you can’t see them staring back at you in the night. But there’s something different about this monster, he doesn’t appear to be angry or causing trouble instead he’s.. Crying. What’s with this monster? Why would he be crying?
“Hello there.” I say.
No response.
“Why are you sad?” I ask
He stares at me momentarily then blinks.
“How do you know i’m sad?”
So he can talk?
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Peace Lily finally grew a flower 🤍
#flowers#peace lily#plants#house plant#plant parent#summer#summertime#artists on tumblr#artistsupport#photography#positive mental attitude
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Beach water rises up the sand covering her hair with water and sand on a hot summer day in August. The smell of food cooking, fresh cut on the grill with a fire nearby for a traditional summer desert. Melted chocolate, roasted with the perfect crunch of a graham cracker sets the perfect mood making this the best treat anyone could ask for.But all she wanted was more. Someone to lay there by her side and talk to, remove the continuous anxiety and emotional imbalance.
“It’s hopeless.”
What she thought to herself when her favorite song came onto the radio repeating inside her head forever. Something comes to mind. Where are the people you always needed the most? Your friends are there with you when your darkness is at its worst swimming through the sea hoping for a spot of daylight, someone grabbing your hand pulling you clean out of the water. To save your life making it impossible to ever want to give up. Holding hands by your side she smiles with the stars bright in the sky making the night seem full of the light even when the earth is sound asleep
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How can happiness be brought upon by something simple ? A single sight of something or the wonderful smell of something familiar. Brings you back to the good days when everything was made of something bright,
Every morning would start with something different, Something made of the heavens only made by the gods, a plate full of pancakes, eggs, toast and hashbrowns and we always knew when Dad was coming home from work because a special plate of bacon would be on the table all for him to eat. He’d share with us of course, but that was her specialty to him every morning. Every morning was a blessing. When we came down stairs to her morning smile and the welcoming joy of breakfast we were greeted with the morning rays that woke the town up everyday.
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Christmas Art 🎄❤️
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Pumpkin painting 2022 🖤🧡
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Eye Drawing Photobomb 👁🖤👀
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Angel wing drawing. Pencil drawing. Art. Drawing.
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