Milk: Spilt and Spoiled

Meep. I have been busy, but I always, always post something for Halloween.


Okay. You’re the only thing in my head right now and that, by far, is scary enough for me.
And no, this isn’t about the cat. Let’s move on from that.


There’s comfort in knowing that I don’t have to be the one who says, “There’s no reason to start panicking until I start panicking myself,” anymore.

An uneasy, uncertain comfort — mostly because I’ve started learning how to panic for no reason.  Gotta regain my composure.