Things haven’t stopped being difficult for us–an uphill climb that we climb with reluctance only because of the obstacles, not because of the goals–and maybe we are stronger for it, but it is tiring. I do not like that our independence is juxtaposed the financial burdens of wanting a college
One year ago today, I announced the cafe was a fully operational Death Star and welcomed the public onto the platform. While we haven’t blown up any planets yet, the Rebels haven’t blown up this Death Star, so I think we’re doing pretty well. 😉 Today also marks the 200th
A misused word I am Linus in his pumpkin field… Like a use of “if” instead of “when” I didn’t mean it that way, but the damage was already done. …I SAW you shut yourselves away… And I can never unbreak that trust. Saying sorry feels empty. Sorry isn’t enough.
Last night we were high af and Lothair was in the middle of writing a blog post about how writers, as artists, need to listen to their intuition telling them when and how to take breaks. This is coming from the teenager who gets high and starts spouting theories for
Today was originally supposed to be the day I returned to work. However, we still haven’t stabilized on meds yet. The switch from Zyprexa to Vraylar took a slight detour towards Manic St a week or two ago when we almost bought a new Jeep. Mind you, we work remotely,
I work today. It’s a shorter shift than the ones we’ve done previously at this new job. Only about four or four and a half hours long. We’ve been doing 5-6 hour days lately. But we’re /closing/ today. And because we have a lot of the basics down, they’re probably
Snowflakes drifting through the air Lights of green and red Honeyed words of peace and joy As horrors befall untold numbers A glass orb, isolating oneself from the outer realm “Stay within the globe” “It’s not safe outside” I spin on pointe Music of noël guiding my turn -VOiD
Our story begins in a kingdom (in Hyrule? by the sea?) Not one of castles and knights, but one of electric lights and cobblestone streets Not one of nobility or kings [ha!] Just a place that, no matter it’s duller parts, was full of the precious concept of belonging. It
A story, told from the depths of my being.I had written so much of it.I’d even signed my name.I went to select and copy it all, in case I ran into a problem with posting it.And then I must have hit delete instead Hours of emotion.Hours of symbolism in writing.
I think that I’m the missing puzzle piece that has been keeping my system from processing our trauma. Maybe not me specifically, but my subsystem in its entireity. And it’s not because I’m afraid of the flashbacks and emotions that I’ll open up – I thought that for a long
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