I don’t do many flower doodles. I guess I like to doodle stuff with a face. Or if I can put a face on it I’ll doodle it. And any time I put eyes on a flower it just takes the essence of flowers away. I don’t think plants need faces. Trees especially. They have a quality about them that sees everything, knows more than we know and doesn’t need a face. If that makes sense…
Crappy is the carnation that gets drawn by me. Quick little stupid sketch.
Feeling the UGHS of my life lately…
Half hiding, half awake. Hoping against hope I’ll be okay!
I extend a wing out to you in hopes I can wrap you up and keep you safe! Mushy wings!
Crazy lady and birds. It’s always a crazy lady and something. Cats, or just plain crazy. I’ve hit the deep end. I’m filling up my new journal everyday with a birdo or two. And romantic thoughts of nature and life! So you must suffer the onslaughts of one Birdo after another Birdo and so forth until I’ve exhausted my hyper fixation. You’re here, you’ve known this, I am repetitive. There is no linear progression. Just loops and loops of the same mumbo jumbo. And again and again. Ugh, dumbo jumbo more like it.
Dance, I tells ya. Dance! Even when it’s raining!
Life is always going to be messy. Total chaos and sadness!
I watched a movie recently where it’s set in a small town by the sea, and everyone is effected by this love letter that was left lying around a bookstore. And people keep finding it and thinking someone wrote it for them. Eventually you find out in the end who wrote it, but it’s an adorable film (adapted by a book by the same title, the Love Letter by Catheline Schine). I just thought the line that the character played by Tom Selleck (spelled his name right?) let me see if I can paraphrase:
Helen: Can you forgive me?
George: Forgive you for what? For being human?
Messy, fucked up…that’s the good stuff, Helen.
I think everyone in the town is living, loving all because of this letter. And messing it all up in the process.
I’m truly dumb. In the heart. But I wish I owned my own bookstore or worked at one.
Half head with its big dumb brain exposed, embarrassed and hiding.
I really do hope I come up with some better ideas besides birds, brains, heads, slugs, and turtles. But until then those will be in heavy rotation on the mush site! Sorry, but consistency seems to be therapeutic!!
I wish I were standing in the rain like this bird, letting it all fall and letting it all go. Wash away my silly heart.
Balancing life with more coffee please.
What would birds listen to if not their neighbor’s own song, or their love’s own song? Even their own song? I don’t know why I drew headphones on him. Just curious about the songs that move people, the songs that even move weirdo Birdos.
What moves you to sing and even dance? I have a whole playlist of 6+ hours of songs that I listen to while in the kitchen, which I made a few years ago and realized it was my music sanctuary. Not just in the kitchen but just dealing with my life back then. Here I am though. Still self discovering.
Here it is! If you care to know what this birdo listens to:
Oh look! Turtles again…on my path, hiding. I understand, I want to hide too.
Here is the actual turtle. He’s doing a good job at hiding.
I don’t believe I showed off this birdo yet. It’s a card!
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