here is some lush notebook art from my partner. i like the idea behind it. just when you think you've slain that green-eyed monster, he returns, alive and well and every bit as sick and full of foul magic as he has been for centuries. i acknowledge mine may be a cynical position, but lately i keep my heart under lock and key. jealousy is like childbirth. you never remember how bad it hurts until you feel it the next time. perhaps i have an unfair advantage; i was born in love. but i can't help that any more than i can help having blue eyes. as for romantic love? well, its invariably handcuffed to jealousy, and i mean it when i say you can keep it. i'd almost rather be seasick than jealous. only being thirsty is worse.
