EASTER GIVEAWAY: WOOH FREE STUFF YEAHHHH!!!
In celebration of just how much I love chocolate I have decided to do an Easter giveaway of some of my prints and ALSO SOME CHOCOLATE.
What you will win:
• 1 x A4 ‘Bunny’ print (framed as shown)
• 1 x Small ‘Donut go breaking my heart’ print (framed as shown)
• 1 x ‘Pineapple Confetti’ tote bag
• 1 x $50 credit towards a custom illustration of your choosing (done by me)
• 1 x porcelain bunny light
• and of course some little bits of tasty tasty chocolate.
What you need to do:
• Reblog this post
• most importantly, go and like my Facebook page!!! www.facebook.com/laurafrancisdesign
Winner will be chosen at random! But must have done both these things to be able to win! I will ship to anywhere in the world! Competition ends on Easter Monday! I will be selecting the winner then. WOOOOH YEAAAAH
Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again." -
This is so sad and incredibly relevant.
Seeing all the notes comforts me in knowing that I wasn’t the only depressed lover out there. (or the lover of a depressed lover)
I wonder how my parents are doing without me, but not nearly enough to give them a call. I’m not sure I’ll ever care enough to give them a call. Does that make me a bad person? NO. I need to answer that just like that myself because no one else will. Why? Me not having family values is awkward and uncomfortable for you? So you say things like, “You should call them! I’m sure it will turn out well” and you mean for me to understand that you have the best intentions, which I do understand. But I don’t want to call them. And every time someone tells me to, I question my right not to. And every time someone tells me to, and I say something like, “Yeah. Maybe I will.” when I know I definitely won’t, I feel like a bad person. For ignoring everyones advice and because I know I’m the only person who thinks I’m better off without them.
I wish someone would just tell me it’s okay. The only people who say that it’s okay to cut them out of my life treat it as temporary. “Just give it time. God will guide you.” And “When such and such happens, you’re going to have to call them.” Please. When I was 11 I was desperately thinking about how I could skip the part where your dad walks you down the aisle at your wedding, when I was 13 I was thinking about how to get away with not inviting them at all, and if I ever have a kid they’ll just treat them as bad as they treated me because nothing I do is ever good enough. And I bet God understands that! If he doesn’t well fuck. I don’t know.
I found this card at the pharmacy today and it was good.
So I’m in Montana aaaaand I got bored
My hair only needed a touch up 3 weeks ago 👍💕
Painting painting painting. The color is called “Beach Glass” and so far it looks fabulous. ✨
I’m gonna reblog this every time it comes across my dash <3