Miracled bread doesn’t taste nearly as good as making it the old fashioned way ✨
Some of y'all tags on this are so entertaining, my day is made 💛
Crowley and Aziraphale browse the LPs for something sweet and soulful.
I painted in all the album covers except Hozier. (Process clips can be found on IG.) I said, I can’t do that one, I’ve had enough. Everything pictured is special to me or someone I love. My dad used to play Miles Davis for us and it sounded like cozy luxury.
It did not even fucking OCCUR TO ME until @littletinydoom pointed it out that the pictured albums include Demon Days (Gorillaz) and Get To Heaven (Everything Everything). I swear that was unintentional
(via gingerhaole)
Crowley and Aziraphale browse the LPs for something sweet and soulful.
I painted in all the album covers except Hozier. (Process clips can be found on IG.) I said, I can’t do that one, I’ve had enough. Everything pictured is special to me or someone I love. My dad used to play Miles Davis for us and it sounded like cozy luxury.
After four years, my therapist said, in her beautiful Serbian accent, “Congratulations, my dear. You’ve graduated therapy.” As much as I love her and will miss her gentle wisdom, I feel proud to say she’s done all she can for me.
In the beginning, she told me I would need to learn to allow my “negative” feelings to come in, to hold them, but then most importantly to let them go. It felt ridiculous, impossible, because at the time I was like a tar ball and all emotions stuck to me like dirt. I felt helpless to fight them. Anger, disgust, impatience, jealousy, fear would disrupt all my circuits and fester.
Now, I don’t know whether because of my age or genuine maturity (about damn time) or the influence of my wisest loved ones, those “negative” feelings land briefly like butterflies and leave on a breeze. I don’t remember making the change; it just happened.
She didn’t consider my anger to be a failing or unjustified. My best friend said the same thing. Hearing that from the wisest people I know took the teeth out of the monster I thought I was.
I used to keep track of my moods in a little dot-grid journal. Blue for depressed days, aqua for anxious, red for angry. Green for normal, yellow for happy. For years, so few green days, almost no yellow.
I can’t remember the last day I had that wasn’t good. They’re all yellow days.
They take a stroll through Chinatown, and Crowley buys a bunch of tulips. It has nothing to do with Aziraphale taking a special detour on the way just to show Crowley the tulips blooming in the park. They’re not for Aziraphale, he just wants Aziraphale to hold them so he can jam both hands in his little pockets, and then he’ll conveniently forget to take them when they go back to the bookshop. And somehow they’ll stay mysteriously in bloom for a month.
After the flood, the butterflies of Mesopotamia flourish, and come to perch on a thoughtful demon.
My beautiful, compassionate, wise, wonderful friend @33v0 (they/them).
The hand position is the dharmachakra mudra, which brings balance and harmony, and understanding of eternal change. Dogwood for the great affection we share. I love you, bee 💛