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the bluesky blackcat found u a rose. may healing find u too. xo
the bluesky blackcat found u a rose. may healing find u too. xo
i'm not sure about the rest of y'all but my self-esteem dips quite a bit after a big episode like i had recently. i'm feeling more myself and the like, but it's tricky, i suppose.
i think i would like to take this account in a new direction. more in the comments below.
i'm not sure about the rest of y'all but my self-esteem dips quite a bit after a big episode like i had recently. i'm feeling more myself and the like, but it's tricky, i suppose.
i think i would like to take this account in a new direction. more in the comments below.
- molly is short for molasses
- dog the bounty hunter could take down donald trump
- molly is short for molasses
- dog the bounty hunter could take down donald trump
The highest calling of journalism is to tell the truth.
And acting like a stenographer is a betrayal of your audience.
The highest calling of journalism is to tell the truth.
And acting like a stenographer is a betrayal of your audience.
i... went off... the deep end quite hard. crashed out very hard, but i'm okie. i'm mostly just really embarassed with myself.
it sucks to breakdown so publicly. i spent much of my life being treated poorly and feeling invisible. and i dream. i wanna save everyone.
time to save me.
i... went off... the deep end quite hard. crashed out very hard, but i'm okie. i'm mostly just really embarassed with myself.
it sucks to breakdown so publicly. i spent much of my life being treated poorly and feeling invisible. and i dream. i wanna save everyone.
time to save me.
vaping and nodding along
prints crunching nearing clearing
beside a steady stream
Snow floated from dense clouds
falling as feathers in Hollywood clumps
dissolving into translucency
She treated them as wishes
as thoughts to part with in her sleep
then drifted into hibernation
#poetry
Built of sand or snow
of ice or shattered glass
decorated with shining stars,
flowers, gold, or brass
#poetry #thingstowriteabout
Built of sand or snow
of ice or shattered glass
decorated with shining stars,
flowers, gold, or brass
#poetry #thingstowriteabout
Also, the tin became incredibly hot to the touch