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What’s it like being the best to ever do it?
You wish I would tell you. You want to know so bad. You'll never know. At least, I will never give you the pleasure, the delight of this knowledge. My experience is my own and you are a blight upon this Earth for your feeble attempt at thievery. God will make His judgment on the day of reckoning and the cops are at your door right now.
Under My Skin, 2024, Digital Painting by myself, Liz Pence
⬇️commissions⬇️
The pool scene in Gideon the Ninth perfectly encapsulates when gay sex doesn’t happen but something even more gay sex than gay sex does
A stream split by a road; the surrounding salt marshes of Bridgeton, NJ.
Taken on New Year’s Eve, 2024
they should have told me earlier that when you’re writing some sentences should be subpar or else everything feels overworked
Look I'm not being funny I'm trying to act like I don't care but the truth is i need the eagles to beat the chiefs so hard that travis kelce kills himself
I arrive at the yarn store and grab a skein off the shelf, the exact same brand, type, weight and color of the one I bought a week ago. Everyone in the store immediately knows that I miscalculated the amount of yarn I'd need for a project. They start booing at me. They are throwing crocheted tomatoes at me. The old lady giving knitting lessons in the corner is shaking her head. She had such high hopes for me. The cashier spits at me when I pay for it.
Yellow specklebelly lichen - Pseudocyphellaria citrina. It looks bluer than it is in these photos - big blue sky and no direct sunlight.
American dipper (Cinclus mexicanus)
Last week, I learned that the English language has more euphemisms for death than any other language. I learned that the ancient Greeks had no word for the colour blue and that the Hawain alphabet has only twelve letters. I spent last week hollowing out a little place in my heart and filling it with worry. What does that say about us? Do we really go out of our way to avoid death like that? How did the Greeks describe the sea? Are twelve letters really enough? Does every language have a word for love? Every language should have a word for love. And compassion. And gentleness. And figs and snow and that soft sensitive part on the inside of one’s arm. We should have words for everything so that we don’t feel alone. We need very very very specific words for all of the different kinds of sad and even more specific words for the kinds of happy. What if we were able to talk about everything? I want to tell you how I feel and I want to be precise. Sometimes ‘good’ just isn’t enough and few understand what I mean when I say that I feel ’like lightning.’