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Who Is Becca?

@whoisbecca / whoisbecca.tumblr.com

One Lost soul. Being real.
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The way it came together

5 years later

I found you.

Suddenly,

Abruptly,

A shock to my heart.

And

You found her.

She lights up your eyes.

She lifts your soul

To the heavens

With the swirling rainbows

Of new love.

I returned to my waiting love,

After you left.

I shattered to splinters,

Broken beyond repair,

By you.

And this is how it came together.

He picked up the pieces.

And loved them.

He loved me.

Like you would not.

Even though I was fragmented,

And tormented.

And

So. Utterly. Alone.

But im not so broken

Anymore.

I’m whole, And complete.

Maybe you entered my life

To break me down

To nothing.

To die or rebuild.

I wanted to die so much more,

But he helped me live.

Now I’m strong.

And my love cradles my heart

In his strong hands.

And this is the way it came together.

You with young love.

Radiant, fresh, new.

Redeeming and healing the hole inside you.

And I,

With mature love.

Lamenting grey hairs,

And rickety knees.

And sitting outside,

Watching the kids

Ride scooters,

And play basketball,

They grow up so fast.

And find love themselves.

And he and I.

Spend nights together,

Dancing with words and bodies entwined.

This is gloriously how it came together.

And I?

A whole person.

Finally I know who I am.

I no longer need to ask

Who is Becca?

She’s here and she’s adequate and she’s

Enough.

I found her because of you.

Thank you.

I will find gratitude for you.

And try to forget you.

Because you have

An exquisite union

With her.

And I have a strong capable man,

Who found himself.

Just as I built myself up.

Whole ourselves.

Together.

Two whole spirits twice as bountiful,

As when we were half.

And this is how it came together.

And all is well.

All is well.

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So my friends getting his leg amputated today, and he’s texting me and he goes “This sucks! I’m losing all my tattoos.”

I’m like “That’s what you’re worried about? What about your leg?”

He goes “I DIDN’T PAY FOR MY LEG!!!”

This makes me lose my shit every time

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“I’m not yours, and you’re not mine;
But the rain still falls, and the sun still shines;
And as time passes, I’ll learn to be fine;
Knowing I’m not yours, and you’re not mine.”

-Excerpt from a book I’ll never write, 99

“The world goes on”

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I am a heathen standing up to fight against fascism and white supremacy

Reblog if you are also a heathen standing up to fight against fascism and white supremacy.

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refuse to surveil your own body

possibilities: smash your scale, throw away your fitbit, don’t count steps, cover your mirrors, don’t measure yourself, cut the sizing tags out of your clothes, stop pinching and squeezing your fat, don’t examine your blemishes & hairs & wrinkles. let your body be, unmonitored & unquantified. start with a week, or just a day

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Humans are at a weird point in evolution where you know that your instincts are a thing but still can’t control them.

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Adulthood is like a trip to the vet and we are the dog that was so excited for the car ride until we realized where we are going

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Hey internet, can we make this happen?

So my mom works at a church. Actually, she works somewhere that is located in a church, but close enough for government work. It’s not important. Anyway, they had an artist gallery, because sometimes churches do that; it’s a whole “supporting local artists” thing, and it’s pretty standard. 

What is very not standard is the artist they happened to host this week.

Susan B. Hale is a musician and painter in the Upstate NY region. (For people wondering where that is: it’s all the not-NYC part. There’s actually an entire state attached to the city, like a big, slightly-racist wart. I’m getting off track.)

Susan’s art is fairly standard, lovely oil-on-canvas Impressionist stuff. Mostly flowers –

– some pretty landscapes –

– some weird abstract shit –

Pretty stuff. If I had anything resembling disposable income, I’d wanna buy some of this stuff, because it’s gorgeous.

You know what else she paints, sometimes?

BIG FUCKING DINOSAURS

BIG FUCKING DINOSAURS FROLICKING WITH FLOWERS

BIG FUCKING DINOSAURS NOSHING ON HUMAN SKULLS IN A BLACK VOID-LIKE HELLSCAPE

BIG FUCKING DINOSAURS ON BIG FUCKING CANVASES PLAYING HIDE-AND-SEEK WITH DEAD FLOATING LADIES BY PICTURESQUE PONDS HOW ARE YOU NOT DELIGHTED BY THIS

Obviously, my immediate reaction was to seek this woman out and find her all of the money. But while I did absolutely spend two hours looking up who she was and then emailing her, she doesn’t appear to have an Etsy – or any online store at all. She has virtually no digital presence, and not much of a reputation offline either.

And this is tragic.

Because let’s be real: this woman should be a fucking internet star. She paints lovely scenes of tranquility and fills them with T-Rexes for no apparent reason, other than that she thinks they’re rad. There’s an alternate reality in which she’s a Tumblr legend, and I want to live in that reality.

So here’s the thing. I know I’m not a Big Tumblr Person. I have virtually no clout in things like this, and the odds of anyone seeing this post are kinda limited. But I also want this woman to be so inundated with requests for awesome dino paintings that she has no choice but to open up an online store. I want my home and those of everyone I know to be filled with humungous, lush oils of morbid hilarious dinosaur beauty, like if Monet spent a glorious weekend binging all of Jurassic Park while also on a cocaine bender.

Reblog this. Email her telling her how great you think she is and how much you wish she had an amazon site or whatever. Consider supporting her, if you have some money and love dinosaurs. Boost the shit out of this, because even if she doesn’t get a single dime, her artwork makes me smile and I want to at least share the happy with others, and maybe bounce some of it back to her.

I am not sorry for the length of this post. You got pretty flowers and fucking dinos and you are welcome for it.

@systlin Yooo can you help boost this?

Anyway this is the best thing since sliced bread. I am delighted, /delighted/ I say, by impressionist dinosaurs.

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systlin

OH MY GODS

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