|| Not a good day, don’t want to talk about it.
Writing is being used as a distraction for me as is immersing myself into media involving cults.
It’s oddly comforting for me.
I am one more instant away from turning back to how I was before therapy. Which is not good.
@PliablePsyche + slipping into the rhythm of the morning.
The day had begun.
The day was alive and so was she.
She rolled her eyes, swallowing every last drop til her coffee cup was empty.
@PliablePsyche + familiarity. As she did, she listened for the sounds of the Kindred stirring elsewhere in the home.
There was always something to do. Someone to check on. Something that needed her attention.
Adrienne took her first sip of coffee and glanced toward the doorway, already +
[Cuteness @ReceptiveCore]
Adrienne was laid on the living room sofa, a mug of hot chocolate in her hand. One of their child wandered in and she tilted her head.
“Hello angel, did you need something?”
@ReceptiveCore Adrienne hummed positively and admired her wife for a moment, listening to her as she tended to Juniper.
“That’s okay. They haven’t been around much in a while. I hope that Tamsin hasn’t got any new and bright ideas.”
She rolled her eyes. The last time that happened, there +