#janelle
I look at my hands and as my nails grow too quickly, I wonder how these “dead” cells seem to carry on in existence. How do we know what is dead and what is alive? If I could sing in tune I would probably write a poem to sing. Instead I listen to old symphonies that make my chest rise and fall in harmony.
There are never enough words to keep me here. There is never enough patience to see me through until the end of a chapter, a page, a paragraph. My mind is like a metallic pinball, bouncing off the edges and reflecting the light of the sun.
“Now! Let’s have an adventure!”
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would you believe i started drawing this when the finale came out? Now there’s some executive disfunction
[ID: Illustration of the cast of TAZ: Amnesty, seen gathered together outside. Minerva, Duck, Dani, Aubrey, and Thacker are all sitting in the foreground on blankets. Duck and Minerva smile at each other; Dani and Aubrey lean against each other and look ahead. There’s a white rabbit in Dani’s lap. Behind them are Indrid, Alexandra, and Janelle. The Hornets stand together behind them, and Mama and Barclay stand together at the side. Two people sit in the bed of a truck. Everyone is smiling. In the distance, there are trees, and the sun is setting, casting the sky pink, purple, and orange. /ID]
it’s the way kaysar rlly is janelle’s work husband lmaooo