What Day Is It?

Bimbo, Queer, Feminist, etc

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Every big hangover I watch what we do in time n everytime I sob so deeply.

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Sitting in a bustling cafe feels like the most human thing to do.

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There is a loneliness to the wind, she is quiet brushing through the leaves un-wanting to disturb the flowers and birds that rest amongst them, she swirls through branches and over water, twisting with rain never landing, guiding bees, beetles and birds gathering food for their young, never finding a true home. The wind guides and flows, dances, sores fires high, yet she is alone, she observes the world reaches for touch yet as quick as she comes, she shelters away a saddening calm in her disappearance, who is the winds great loves who holds her hands, let the wind feel less lonely may the wind gain a friend.

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I created something today, used my hands and imagination to craft joy for myself, allowed myself to crawl into my inner child and let blossom art.

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Im getting closer n closer to the pearl monologue

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Being the maybe but never is such a strange brain re-wiring, it’s like getting hot wax poured on you, stinging for a moment n then calm.

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Sometimes my emotions be too big for me boots

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Head so gd it inspired art

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Despite my whimsy two of my greatest inspirations for life are pessimistic, villainous tongued, chain smoking, realists, activists who believe focus of egregious power is embarrassing and the failing of humanity, they focus on the meals and conducting of culture and the sharing of stories to connect us all. Both believe in realistic approaches to life and holding your tongue very rarely, oddly they parallel each other well and almost seem one and the same, the deep desire to imagine a conversation between such intriguing minds.

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Sunshine on ghost like skin, tomato salted on seeded bread, fresh sweet pineapple tingling on lips, a journal entry of life full.

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It’s so strange, I’m made by two ppl yet only one chooses to show up for me in the ways that makes u, the other uses money as the way to “show up”, I stare at that person in bewilderment as years go by, I know exactly who and why they are. I feel guilt for not “showing up for them”, when that is not my job to be parentified no matter my age, I should not have to feel bad about waiting to hear from them n the effort not supported, the more u grow the more u truly realise blood doesn’t mean much rather it’s the people who show up for u that makes a family. It’s important that no matter what this has cracked inside me I remember I am myself in-spite of my things.

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Mother ocean telling me all is well and the path is gd

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Feeling so grateful and gracious about all the love I have in my life, the new ppl I’m meeting and the creatures that are showing me life is on the right path, letting the ocean guide my body as well as the music that flows across every inch of it, I am beyond blessed with the ppl I know n get the pleasure to love feel like family is completing and I hope they all know how much I’d swing for a hoe n love them.

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i am excited to be me

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I forgot how fcking fire it is too have a hot lil makeout in the back of a car, windows fogging up n it’s just pure giggles n joy

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