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Love all things that grow.
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I contain multitudes.
And they need a voice.
The fact that I could have driven over 7 hours (the Google estimate was optimistic) and only accomplished one big loop and end up back home kind of blows my mind. Like, I could've drive to Cincinnati. Or if in Ireland, that's from Belfast to Waterford. Crazy.
January 10, 2026 at 5:06 PM
I'm pretty sure I may be going feral at this point.

Not mad about it.
January 8, 2026 at 6:05 PM
THE BUNNNNNYYYYYY
December 18, 2025 at 6:26 AM
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Winter.
December 7, 2025 at 9:59 AM
The Underworld is apparently where I'm living at the moment. The cards confirmed.
December 7, 2025 at 9:55 AM
Offering.
December 7, 2025 at 9:54 AM
👇🏽👇🏽
December 7, 2025 at 9:53 AM
400
December 7, 2025 at 9:48 AM
We're 2/3 of the way there, and growing.
And this week, navigating our mother's death while he's away.
Heartbreaking.
November 14, 2025 at 2:36 PM
Spent all night dreaming that my partner and my mom were both being incarcerated for spurious reasons.
I cannot express how unnecessary it was to live through that in my sleep.
October 10, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Quietly tiptoing toward being myself out loud.
October 10, 2025 at 4:14 AM
"I'm starting to hate pat-downs"
he says,
sitting across the table from me
in prison orange.
"Because it's starting
to feel good
being touched
at all."

And we buy
two photo tokens
because when you pose for a picture
then you can drape your arm
over your love's shoulder
for at least
one
second.
September 30, 2025 at 5:52 PM
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Be a handwritten love letter in a world full of Snapchats.
September 24, 2025 at 5:38 PM
800 days of sleeping alone

a curse upon all who delight in punitive injustice
September 22, 2025 at 1:25 AM
Some days I don't realize I'm carrying tears until it's night and my Love calls to check in and my voice breaks while I'm telling him about my day and then theeerrreee they are. Tears, able to flow in the safety of a caring partner. Lots of things are shit, but I'm pretty lucky to have that.
September 21, 2025 at 2:12 AM
The creeping existential exhaustion doesn't look ready to let up any time soon.
September 12, 2025 at 4:47 AM
Empathy is not reserved for straight, white folks.
Neither is compassion.
*I* have enough to go around, but also enough critical thinking skills to recognize that you don't get to demean and dismiss caring, compassionate humanity and then demand it when it's you who need it. Nah. Not how it works.
September 11, 2025 at 7:19 PM
There are not enough quiet, polite coping skills for today's political, cultural, social climate.
September 11, 2025 at 2:05 PM
I've been eating potatoes and ice cream for a WEEK and today I just randomly want to cry.
So.
I need my body to do her thing pls thx.
September 9, 2025 at 10:09 PM
September 6, 2025 at 11:06 PM
500 days.
May they fly.
August 30, 2025 at 4:57 AM
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I much prefer doing my research amidst the flickering lanterns of an old-fashioned library in Prague during a raging thunderstorm with the help of a library ghost, so no, I'm afraid I have no interest in "asking ChatGPT."
August 25, 2025 at 7:16 PM
Someday, I shall have bunnies again.
Though maybe not at the beach.
August 16, 2025 at 1:02 AM