you are kept, Honey.


on hard days, I doodle these.
they remind me that we are not down here flailing, unseen, unattended, uncared for.
and the "Honey" is what I like to think god calls us.
I'd get it tattooed if i weren't afraid someone might make a call to a hotline on my behalf.
you sort of need context.
also the right wrist sort of looks like "Homey," but that's equally awesome really.
{back of hand says, "buy toilet paper"}

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