honeyjasper

[honeyjasper]

I pay attention to things that most people ignore

Wednesday / 9.27.23 / 9:20pm

[honeyjasper]

Take me to the year 1950.

Post war, husbands were with their wives, babies were being born. Everyone was happy.

Technology was hardly a thing. And when it was, it gathered families together. Like a television show or a favorite radio station.

No one was glued to a phone or tablet. Social media was non-existent, so people were forced to go outside and actually have a social life.

People were smarter. They read books, wrote, and had hobbies like sewing, playing instruments, and cooking.

Wives would stay home and prepare breakfast before their husbands left to work. When finished and dressed, they’d open the blinds to let the other women in town know they can come by to have tea and biscuits.

Dress attire was sophisticated, yet classy. Quite pretty. Dresses, stockings, heals. Can’t forget the light makeup and classic red lips.

Strolls were common. Walking to the markets. The produce market, the dairy market, the fish market, the butcher. I like how the food was more fresh. No GMOs and crops were grown more organically.

When the husbands came home, wives would freshen up (and freshen the children too) and have dinner prepared. House was clean.

Both women and men had their duties.

It was the American dream. Cute yellow house, white picket fence, husband, wife, children, and even a dog.

July 28, 2023 / 12:22pm

[honeyjasper]

“Put your thoughts to sleep. Do not let them cast a shadow over the moon of your heart. Let go of thinking.”

— Rumi

[honeyjasper]

Never change the way you show your love.

[honeyjasper]

Sometimes I tell myself not get too happy. Because when you’re too happy, you have more to lose.

March 15, 2023 / 1:03pm

[honeyjasper]

i make coffee every morning and drink about half my cup.

i never finish it.

but when you brew it yourself,

and pour me a cup,

i drink it all.

because it tastes better when you make it for me.

March 12, 2023 / 4:31pm

[honeyjasper]

in this life,

and in every life,

i choose you.

on this day,

and for all the days,

i choose you.

and in this second,

for all the seconds,

i choose you.

i choose you

because

i am indefinitely

yours

March 11, 2023 / 4:57pm

[honeyjasper]

I used to like fairies when I was a little girl.

I used to think they were so magical.

Little tiny humans with wings, who frolicked in moss patches and mushroom rings.

I used to think that each tree had a hidden door.

Inside the trees were strings of lights and sparkles of fairy dust.

The fairy dust is what made your sorrows go away.

When used, it uplifted you. It was magical, of course.

I would run in the forests near my home, looking for them. I scattered oats to make sure they were well fed.

They brought me happiness, even if I did not truly see them.

But in my imagination, they were everywhere.

On the flowers, the branches, even on the trees that split and were on the ground.

They made friends with everyone. All the critters you can think of. From rabbits to mice, deer to skunks.

That’s why I loved fairies so much. They were gentle and kind.

Hold your pinky out, and one would plant herself onto it. Sprinkling some of that fairy dust. And if you’re lucky, she’ll stay awhile and you can get a glimpse of her personality.

I always went home with a smile. Dirt on my feet.

But I carried something with that dirt.

An extraordinary imagination.

I look back and wish I didn’t rush to grow up so fast. I had a magical childhood.

Thank you Little S 🧚‍♀️

March 5, 2023 / 5:33pm

[honeyjasper]

I’m interested in mature, aged things.

Chipped paint and wallpaper rips,

Old, dry flowers once picked,

Letters written by sweethearts,

And photos kept in wallets.

Dried paint on a palette,

Books with bent spines,

Worn, tarnished jewelry, once cherished.

They tell a story, you see.

The house that carried families for generations.

Flowers for his mother, picked when she was ill.

Letters sent to husbands during battles and wars,

And photos of their wives, they hold and adore.

A painting of the sky - filled with deep purples, pinks and blues.

The book you read on staircases and in quiet rooms.

And the gold bracelet worn by the one you hold most dearest.

I ask myself,

Why are the old things most intriguing to me?

Well they’re more than just objects, don’t you see?

Behind each article, there’s life, there’s love, there’s glee.

There were hands that carried tenderness,

Tears that carried strength,

Smiles that carried warmth,

And hearts that carried passion.

March 5, 2023 / 2:34pm

[honeyjasper]

the best revenge is none.

heal, move on

and don’t become like those who hurt you.

March 2, 2023 / 9:45pm

[honeyjasper]

I see I’ve gained a following.

You’re all so new here.

Reading my most deep and personal thoughts.

Welcome little hatchlings.

Welcome.

March 2, 2023 / 9:39pm

[honeyjasper]

[honeyjasper]

take me where the wildflowers grow

january 31, 2023 / 7:09pm

[honeyjasper]

[honeyjasper]

if it makes you happy

if it makes you happy, believe in the magical things, drink hot chocolate in june, take pictures of the seagulls, and eat that cold pizza you’ve been eyeing, straight from the fridge.

if it makes you happy, order cheap chinese food, count the stars in the sky, read books on staircases, and take a walk in the rain.

if it makes you happy, feed the stray cats, decorate for christmas in november, buy those shoes, and have a lazy day at home.

if it makes you happy, be a dreamer, follow those dreams, and love with all your heart, because you deserve to choose yourself, and light up your own world.

December 8, 2022 / 12:43pm

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Remember the present.

[honeyjasper]

if I were a book, how many pages would you read? would you skim through me, plant your fingers between the words? or would you skip some pages and read two-thirds?

if I were a book, it would be 800 pages long. a collection of my life, my thoughts, of things I’ve done wrong.

chapters labeled

“my happiness”

“my sadness”

“my past lovers”

“my lover”

“my anger”

“my mistakes”

“my right-doings”

“my lessons”

“my forgiveness”

and even more.

what if I told you

that I was a book?

would you dare take a look?

August 11, 2022 / 1:45am