Katherine

Oh AC, parting shall be such sorrow, 
          not of the sweet variety. 
          As we venture out to our star that lights our adobe, 
          It burns us away while its brethren laugh at us from the night. 
          
          Oh to the AC we cry, 
          Relief washing over is as the cold sends a shiver. 
          Back to the AC we crawl, 
          Basking on the cool floor, 
          Oh AC, back to thee, 
          We cry with glee
          
          And oh to the breeze, 
          The short AC running past us.
          Take us with to the cold clouds and mountain tops. 
          Spare us from this blazing fate, 
          Move the clouds to shield us from the flame in the sky. 
          
          
          
          Why did suffering in heat suddenly give me the ability to write poetry? 

My phone: *breaks* 
          Me: oh, maybe I'll actually go to sleep at a reasonable time without that to distract me. 
          Also me: *Doddles long into the night.*

You know the game telephone? You go in a line and whisper a word or saying down it to see how much it changes as it gets passed, person to person. 
          What if we did that but with art? 
          
          Like, someone draws something, @s someone then that second person draws it from memory, and so on? And as time goes on we watch as the art (poses, colors, expressions, etc.) change. 

I keep forgetting that this exists. 

Purely hypothetical question
          
          You’re sitting in a cafe/ restaurant and you know for a fact that a bomb is going go off in like 5 minutes. 
          You try to tell others but no one believes you, how do you feel? 

Why hello there!!
          You seem nice!
          How did you find me tho?

Hey! Thanks for following me friend!

Do you call them fire flies or lightning bugs… 
          because my subconscious decided to call them lighting flies and it takes me a second to remember what they are actually called. 

how did you find my account what the-

I would love to have an art book but I can’t edit stories on my phone, witch is what I use mostly. I don’t have a kindle of something. I can only edit things in my family’s old laptop that has to be plugged in to even work or our family computer witch I have limited time on. There is micrsoft paint on the laptop but… no. So that leaves my options to no or struggling to figure out how to scan stuff with our printer.