Ill Met By Moonlight, Proud Titania

[angela_n_hunt]

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Well, woke up feeling angry this morning and ruminating about a person I didn’t need to be renting brain space too, which is just ridiculous, because who fucking cares? It’s a situation where the person in question is so fucked up, nothing I could do or say will ever punish them as much as their own actions.

So why am I fucking renting them space in my brain?

How does this pay my fucking rent?

Didn’t know what was going on with my brain chem this morning, but it was not productive or helpful or healing. Leave people to their own hell as Pinhead would say. I’ve got my own.

So.

I woke up angry.

What the hell?

And out of nowhere, an old friend asked me what it would take for me to shoot my own deck of Tarot cards.

Oooookay.

I hear you, Goddess. I don’t know what is going on, but I hear you.

I get it. Will keep breathing.

And apparently start taking notes for a tarot deck and a series of seven highly inflammatory nude Sins.

When in doubt, make moar fucking art.