Postmorteum

I find comfort, the whisper of a soft pillow in my ear, or fresh socks after light rain on a summer day; I find comfort, when I long to smile the sun peers out at me, and I turn to you. dA has always been a place I can return and just spend a week or two reading the words of so many outrageously talented writers and artists and visionaries and even fucking future-seers, I swear! This place feels like a vacation. This place feels like home, haha :heart: I know I'm not around enough to have the clout or watchership I once had, but man do I miss you all (past & present). would love if you could put something that you really enjoyed wri