I needed a break from my breakup. My green onions came to the rescue.

Level unlocked: emotional enlightenment with mild delusion DLC.

Crying attractively while manifesting better options —
I’ll just call it ritual work. ✨

The Bermuda Triangle is just a cat portal and no one can convince me otherwise.
Black cats are walking straight up to us like we RSVP’d to their coven.
And this is only day one.

Last night we ate. We drank. We discoed.
Then we watered plants, fed black cats, and swam in the ocean while my watch literally went crazy.
#bermudatriangle

✈️ Got stuck on the Miami tarmac for an hour, rode the bumpiest roller coaster flight, and now I’m in an alternate universe where my all-inclusive resort is inside the Bermuda Triangle. Send snacks. Or spells.

I didn’t mean to hex him with a fruitcake.
But three days later, the universe served him a muffin that tasted suspiciously like karma.
Full story here 🍰✨👇

Woke up in last night’s eyeliner—perfectly intact, slightly smudged, and full of secrets. That’s how you know it was a good night. Thanks for the emotional exorcism, #MCR. 🕯️🖤
#LongLiveTheBlackParade

20 years ago I was in the crowd singing every word. Back then it was eyeliner and early mid-life angst. Now it’s earplugs and ibuprofen.
#MCR

It’s not just a concert. It’s a pilgrimage. Everywhere we turn, the goths are gathering. We are home.
#MCR

It was eyeliner and fishnets as far as the eye could see. Emo goths everywhere. The concert isn’t until tonight but we’re already at church.
#MCR

Left the hotel to head to breakfast and instantly entered The Black Parade.
#MCR

Spending time with my dog in Texas. She’s loyal, responsive, wakes me up with kisses and looks at me like I’m her whole world. Way better than my Nevada dog. He just stares at the wall, ignores commands & only show affection when snacks are involved. One gets belly rubs. The other gets to move out.

Back in Texas for the first time in a year and the traffic is still a spiritual text. Speed limits are a suggestion, turn signals are folklore. Still lawless, godless, and possibly haunted.
#TexasTraffic #LoneStarSurvivalMode