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A warm crescent Moon watches with contentment as her Lover gently kisses their child’s crown before bed. Though the great Pine is old, the heavens are older still. Bathed in amber, a Hawk perches atop her branches and ponders the nature of wind and light.

a medium sized orange butterfly flew past me and it was so lovely. hello little friend 🦋

i like for the sky to be so blue it doesn’t even feel real, like looking at an optical illusion

i love love love it so much when the air is just a bit cool and the sun is shining bright and the sky is perfectly blue with no clouds. and the trees are beautiful colors and the wind kicks up softly every so often. this weather is perfect to me

something that i have really come to understand, as a result of the way my parents have treated me, is that everyone has a right to be ignored.

not ignored in the sense of being neglected, mind you. it essentially the right to privacy, but without the need to actively hide anything. you shouldn’t always have to make something private in order to keep prying eyes off of it. you have a right to not have your every action surveilled and scrutinized, even when these things are not necessarily done with ill intent. and depriving someone of that right is really quite indignifying.

my mother asks me questions about my personal life and day-to-day activities as if she has a right to know every single action i take that doesn’t happen behind closed doors, as if i’m a young child that must be closely monitored, rather than an adult in my 30s. she’s not actively trying to control me exactly, but she doesn’t seem to question the idea that she ought to know exacyly what i get up to and who i talk to and what i’m planning. when i put my shoes on and walk out of the house, it isn’t her right to know why, or where i’m going, but she asks as if i must answer, not even considering the possibility that maybe i don’t want to tell her. if i said as much, she’d act like i’ve offended her. when i go to the mailbox and walk back in the door with a package in my hand that i do not immediately hand to her, she glares at it wide-eyed, as if trying to peer into it with x-ray vision. she mentally scoffs at the idea that i could have a delivery that she shouldn’t know about.

my father has had a terrible habit of sticking his nose in other people’s business, mine and my mother’s both. one of us walks outside to do something in the yard, he simply must stand up from the couch to go look out the window to see what we are doing, and he will stand there and watch you for a shamelessly long amount of time. it’s to the point that i feel like i almost have to hide mundane outdoor activities, because he is so prone to try to monitor you, and sometimes even intervene with what you are doing. and i feel like have to wait until i know they will be out of the house for a while or out of town before i throw away things that i might be cleaning out of my room, because he absolutely will dig through the garbage to see what you’ve thrown away. i’m not kidding, multiple times i’ve decided to get rid of old things i don’t want anymore, things that were mine and i have chosen to discard, only to later find them sitting around somewhere. it is actually kind of humiliating to have to hold onto old junk and wait for the right time to throw it out so it doesn’t get found. because some of these things are private, but apparently the trash can is fair game.

these are things they should be ignoring about me. my trash should be ignored. me messing around in the back yard should be ignored. my deliveries that i paid for with my own money should be ignored. where i am going when i get in my car should be ignored. i am a whole ass adult. give me the dignity of ignoring me when i what i am doing is none of your business.

what is it with developers of high fantasy video games designing bows with both shapes and materials that would not be even remotely functional as a bow???

i wish it were not so easy for me to believe that i could be a problem