Yeah, I am sure y’all know this one by now…But today it is simply because I am fighting an almost daily migraine. I am fighting mental health issues, hard, and I just don’t have any extra energy to suggest new web comics. The internet is so full of Wonderful comics, but I just don’t know what I have already recommended and don’t have the energy needed to pick a new one.
Instead I will recommend a neat content creator on TikTok. She sings Puns. She is a fun creator. I may alternate a bit and recommend some Tiktok creators in between some web comics. It sounds like it might be less stressful. Go laugh at Drew and her Puns.
Dreaming comes so easily ‘Cause it’s all that I’ve known True love is a fairy tale I’m damaged, so how would I know
I’m scared and I’m alone I’m ashamed And I need for you to know
I didn’t say all the things that I wanted to say And you can’t take back what you’ve taken away ‘Cause I feel you, I feel you near me
I didn’t say all the things that I wanted to say And you can’t take back what you’ve taken away ‘Cause I feel you, I feel you near me
Healing comes so painfully And it chills to the bone Will anyone get close to me? I’m damaged, as I’m sure you know
I’m scared and I’m alone I’m ashamed And I need for you to know
I didn’t say all the things that I wanted to say And you can’t take back what you’ve taken away ‘Cause I feel you, I feel you near me
I didn’t say all the things that I wanted to say And you can’t take back what you’ve taken away ‘Cause I feel you, I feel you near me
There’s mending for my soul An ending to this fear Forgiveness for a man who was stronger I was just a little girl, but I can’t go back
I didn’t say all the things that I wanted to say And you can’t take back what you’ve taken away ‘Cause I feel you, I feel you near me
I didn’t say all the things that I wanted to say And you can’t take back what you’ve taken away ‘Cause I feel you, I feel you near me
Can’t go back
I can’t go back I must go on
My Two Cents- I feel like the lyrics speak for me. Some days surviving is harder than others. Somedays the voices of the past are louder than they should be. I am looking at an MRI for the migraines on the 19th…The problem is I am petrified of closed in places. I was abused by someone I should have been able to trust. When I was 9 years old I finally got the courage up to tell him I would scream if he came near me again. He locked me in the trunk of his car. He said that I would die there and made me believe that He intended to kill me. Though I am nearly 40 years older than that scared little girl….I still can’t handle closed in spaces. So I am having serious issues with the upcoming test. The man who abused me killed himself a few years ago. The last time I saw him I was still a child. He is still powerful, and I am somehow powerless. Some things the mind refuses to accept. Logically, I am no longer able to be hurt by a dead man…but since when is the brain logical?
I’ve been dreaming of friendly faces I’ve got so much time to kill Just imagine people laughing I know someday we will And even if it’s far away Get me through another day Cover me in sunshine Shower me with good times Tell me that the world’s been spinning since the beginning And everything will be alright Cover me in sunshine From a distance all these mountains Are just some tiny hills Wildflowers, they keep living While they’re just standing still I’ve been missing yesterday But what if there’s a better place? Cover me in sunshine Shower me with good times Tell me that the world’s been spinning since the beginning And everything will be alright Cover me in sunshine Shower me with good times Tell me that the world’s been spinning since the beginning And everything will be alright Cover me in sunshine Cover me in sunshine Shower me with good times Tell me that the world’s been spinning since the beginning And everything will be alright Cover me in sunshine
My Two Cents- Due to personal reasons this has been a bad week. Today is not Tuesday…but I needed Music and I wanted to do some posting. So though it be Thursday…Here is some shared sunshine.
So those who follow me know that Fae Corps is just about to have a busy season. August 26th we are releasing the second edition of Andrew McDowell’s book Mystical Greenwood. And the submissions are in for Darkness Screams. I am busier than a one armed paper hanger…I wrote the above poem to put in the front of both volumes of Darkness Screams.
I will be able to return to posting here next week. thank you for your patience. (ps. Check the Fae Corps Blog tomorrow to see the covers for the next anthology!)
I’m Not a person I am a tiny little rat I’m Not usually formal but sometimes I wear a hat I like simple things like boggling and getting belly pats Cause I’m not a person I am a tiny little rat
I’m not a person I’m a couple of raccoons We’re all dressed up in Pj’s tho we know it’s well past noon You can say we’re trash pandas you can say we’re buffoons I don’t care I’m not a person I’m a couple of raccoons
I’m not a person I’m three possums in a coat We like to claim it’s Gucci, but we got it from a goat Say it’s vintage or it’s Avant guard whatever boats your float, I don’t care I’m not a person, I’m three possums in a coat.
I’m not a person I am four opossums stacked Dressed up in a fancy robe I’ll tell you that’s a fact we may look a little bigger that’s cause all the stacks are packed I am not a person I am four opossums stacked
I am not a person I am like 27 frogs we like poetry and moonlight and we like yelling in a bog and we are not even a hive mind we just mostly get along I am not a person I am like 27 frogs
My Two Cents- I usually do Youtube for the video, Today this song is from TikTok. (Second week in a row) This song is catchy and just bloody cute. I have decided I am not a person, I am 3 possums in a coat. There are other varieties of this one, but so far this is my favorite.
We are trying to raise the money to get the roof repaired and the basement fixed. I don’t often ask for assistance but I’m stuck between the proverbial rock and the hard place. Thank you for all your assistance and support.
The picture is of the garage. It’s sort of where my life really started. When I started dating my boyfriend, we lived in that garage. His grandma didn’t him to live in his car with me, and we had nowhere else to go. So, she let us live in the garage. Now we live in the house. The garage was home 27 years ago. The house roof has been patched but it really needs to be replaced. The cellar used to have a drain, but the septic tank was broken and his mom didn’t realize that it was still necessary. So when it was broken, she had it filled in…and the cellar floods because of it. We have temp fixed it with a sump pump, but it doesn’t ever empty.
Pattimouse 