Don’t mind my dirty countertop and my stove that needs a polish. Desperately.
On the back of my hand is a butterfly I added for a sweet Anon last night. The one on my arm (oh hi red mark) is mine. For me.
Even if you’re smiling and joyful, sometimes you just.. It happens. For whatever reason, the thought occurs. Today, I genuinely have no idea WHY. Maybe it’s the time of year. Strike that. I do know. It is this time of year. I both love and loathe holidays. That time when I enjoy the looks of happiness and heart. That time when I feel I can never measure up to the expectations of others.
So um. Good Morning?