Daniel Danger – "a headlight in the path of our breathing, a quiet little sound we can live in.“
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i wanted to draw some food and im also kinda obsessed with noodles these days so this happened
More plants, more softness, longer talks, bolder actions, kind to animals, wild to the world, head upright, and voice that is heard.
Well named Rosefinch bird, looking like cotton candy in the snow, photo by.
This is actually a magically transformed axolotl who saved an ocean witch’s life and asked to become a bird so it could travel and discover the world.
It’s very likely that my art will never change anyone.
My writing may never be published. My poems may never be read. My songs may never be sung, my lyrics never hummed on lips other than my own.
Maybe everything I’ll ever create will be forgotten and useless as soon as I’ve birthed it. Because it’s bad or it’s the wrong time or it’s unloved or a million other reasons.
But still, I must. Still, I have to make art. It could be the worst, the most terrible piece of art that the world has ever seen, but I have to. Just like breathing. Some art has to be made so you can consume it and make it part of yourself, and other art has to be made so you can finally rip a part of yourself out.
ghost towns that sell honey
That’s not an offer for sale. That’s a request.
Even the oldest creatures of our ‘verse sometimes need help with the harvest. It’s hard work and they’re not used to it. But if you push up your sleeves and approach the golden chickens gently, run your hand along the moon cow’s fur, they will not hurt you. If you show them the way, without mocking their abyss-deep voice, without flinching at their hundred eyes and the long claws, you will walk away with more than honey and eggs. They are peaceful, tired after millenia of war against things we never learned the names of because they were defeated before we knew they existed.
So if you are kind, they will make sure that you never go unfed, never without warmth, and always find something sweet in your pockets. They are fond, these giants, of small things like us, young souls like ours. So if someone threatens harm to yours, the wrath of a monster that has experienced kindness will find them.
Moami 