"You are the Universe experiencing Itself"

Claire. 31 y/o. Maine, USA. ... I am aware that I'm on a path of being present, and a few other things too. I have photos tagged as #mine and transcribed thoughts tagged as #personal

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Bunch of coworkers went out for arcade games and drinking last night. I got drunker than I meant to but not too bad. At the end of the night Kyle went for a hug and it was the easiest hug I've ever given. Felt like we fit well. But then again maybe I was just drunk and crushing. I don't even think I said goodbye to anyone after that ... I was distracted, ha.

It fucking sucks. I feel like I need to break up with Chris. Not to be with Kyle - he has a girlfriend. But Chris doesn't deserve a distracted partner. And I should probably be by myself.

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Dumb how I'm reliving a hug over and over again. Best way to describe it is it did not feel like a first hug with someone.

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Three months later and Kyle and I admitted feelings for each other tonight. Plus made-out a bunch on a bench at 1-2am lmao.

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3rd or 4th night in a row of drinking, smoking, crying, stretching, and masturbating. Odd times

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Another Baxter trip

[you-are-another-me]

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I've been staring down into a pit of darkness for months. Chris and I broke up and I moved out, and had other things to look at. But it's been two months and I've moved back to the edge. I'm leaning. I can't help it. I don't want to be saved.

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Early July 2026.... I wonder how often I'll be living without a partner. I hope for a long time. I hope to be in my own space very soon. Maybe forever.

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[mournfulroses]

Georgia O’Keeffe, from a letter to Alfred Stieglitz featured in My Faraway One: Selected Letters of Georgia O'Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz: Volume One, 1915-1933

[you-are-another-me]

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Body check hehe

[harleyglenn]

I’m thinking of Beginning it all

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I am feeling okay right now.

[shamebats]

"There's no thought crimes and no thought heroisms" is honestly such a good piece of life advice.

You could be having the most fucked up problematic thoughts 24/7 but if you treat people with kindness, the good you do is the only thing that matters. But if you have only the purest thoughts and all the correct beliefs, it doesn't matter one bit if you spend most of your time being an asshole to people.

[cardassiangoodreads]

#fandom needs this one

[twasjane]

God there really is a Terry Pratchett quote for everything

[discworld-heritage-posts]

Discworld Heritage Post

[geopsych]

Happy solstice!

Now in the northern hemisphere we get a brief period of summer fullness and then in a few weeks we’ll start seeing things like a red leaf here and there and other small hints of autumn. The height of summer is such a short time before everything starts its slow tumble down.

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Twoish months of hair growth

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Last night, I hung out with some coworkers for awhile and it was a really nice time. I only had a few beers. Eventually everyone left, and I hung out by the water with one more beer. I had an idea come to mind, and committed. I drove home and ate a couple lil shroomies. I biked to the river and laid on a rock beside the water in the dark for awhile, star-gazing. Eventually, after finally seeing a shooting star, I biked home and then sat outside listening to Fred. I broke down crying more than once. I felt a supernova inside of my chest. I danced. When I moved upstairs, Ben left for the night, so I was able to have my music out loud and did some wonderful stretching before winding down.

That was a good night 💓

[a--drift]

Lol I had an insane closed eye visual of reality being smooshed to the side, like kind of being shouldered, by layers of geometric patterns. It brought me to awe-inspired tears 😅

[a--drift]

Last night, I hung out with some coworkers for awhile and it was a really nice time. I only had a few beers. Eventually everyone left, and I hung out by the water with one more beer. I had an idea come to mind, and committed. I drove home and ate a couple lil shroomies. I biked to the river and laid on a rock beside the water in the dark for awhile, star-gazing. Eventually, after finally seeing a shooting star, I biked home and then sat outside listening to Fred. I broke down crying more than once. I felt a supernova inside of my chest. I danced. When I moved upstairs, Ben left for the night, so I was able to have my music out loud and did some wonderful stretching before winding down.

That was a good night 💓