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our weekend
spirit of suwanne was good to us š¦šāØ
Who else is going to Hulaween?! ššš¦
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I canāt sleep. Iām waking up in 4hrs to start the journey back south, leaving Chicago, heading to Nashville, then Atlanta. Itās gonna be long but Iām making stops at state forests along the way, so it is exceedingly enjoyable. Iām caught up in those thoughts of adventure. Iām also thinking about my website Iām building and the content I want on it. How I want it styled. Iām thinking about my writings and how I can go about publishing a book. Thinking about how this weekend is my final weekend of yoga teacher training before graduation... So many thoughts.
āSo, tell me about yourself.ā
My most absolute despised question to be asked. The answer youāre looking for is calculated and arbitrary. Youāre asking for a summation of who I have been in the past, an identity that allows little room to breathe. Ask me who I am today, at this hour, ask me the details of my day thus far and how I felt in moments. Maybe Iām one in few who feel this way. My mind operates in energy, in emotions, and with that being said, words, constructs, ideas- they are all scattered, floating and unformed. This might be why I enjoy writing; it gives me the leniency to be slow, let thoughts paint the scene, let my fingertips do the walking instead of my tongue tripping over itself.Ā
21:41 // Chicago |[ high-key obsessed with this bathroom ]|
Iām on a road trip and I forgot my vibrator at home
RIP my pussy
cant stop thinking of you
For the first time in eons I logged onto tumblr from my computer (instead of the app) and apparently the app only shows messages and not inbox? I have a plethora of unread messages..Ā
What are you thinking about me, anon?
ethereal
Delicate and floating, feet barely grazing the surface of the earth in a taunting, teasing, innocent walk. Itās a lot to live up to, being so light that youāre not of this universe. Transient in motion, traveling in a mist of pixels, wisps of radiance in the daylight. Whatās it like to be an angel, to cut like butter, to be smooth and flawless? Thoughtless, empty, abounding with opaque sound.. instead, I am my own kind of grace. My understanding of and the only moment I live in ethereal is through the perception of someone other then my own, and usually entering through the lens of a camera. In my mind when I imagine being ethereal, itās an edited moment of bliss, cut up and pasted with instrumental music playing softly in the background. Itās moments of my fingertips grazing the tips of tall, golden wheat in a field, my hair bouncing, twirling in slow motion. Itās me naked surrounded by miles of earth and no humans. A tenantless earth in this moment, where only I am sparkling and giggling to myself, knowing I am alone. Ethereality looks like my head falling backward out of pleasure, and you see my clavicle and neck lines prominently in a festival of shadows and light reaching through the window above my bathtub. The music is soft, but volume is loud, so youāre notĀ hearing the running faucet, or my moaning - you hear through the visual of my shaking body, my gaping mouth - the sound is, perhaps, piano, or anything decadent and tearing, to watch a behavior so tempting and acute be accompanied with a calm and peaceful tune. But, these are jumbled up visions, a conglomerate of seconds of other ethereal I have seen before, and they are how I understand what that word is. I am my own ethereal, I am my own kind of grace. Unknown, unfelt, seen by others, and I hear stories of it; I guess that makes it real. My head operates on hindsight. I have the eureka after it matters. My ethereal is getting better. I find ways to move in my own way, through my heart, out of my spine. I move in bursts, then I wallow in a merry-go-round of stagnant energy, until the heat of repetition has me boiling. Until I canāt be contained a second longer. I escape, I wake up, every time.
Doing what I want is how I stay alive
energy is universal. be it good or bad, it travels. be mindful and gentle while exchanging.
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itās so crazy we create something in our head as fact, when external to our cranium itās nothing like what we've concocted. iām guilty, and so were you. i couldnāt break free from the smoke in my head that you really did care about me, enough to make adjustments for me, and you couldnāt leave the fire in your mind that everyone was suddenly against you. the truth is, now stepping out of my head, you were willing to compromise and i just needed to ask. and truth is, no one hates you and itās normal to ask advice and get opinions from your close friends on a situation. it takes two to tango.. i canāt believe one blow was all it took for you to run away from what we built. i use to think your lack of ability to commit and mine to match gave us one more similarity, but i never realized how unfulfilling it makes life, for either of us. i hope you heal soon, too.
i'm so lucky.
am i coming down or is this how i normally feel? energy comes in waves, at least for me. the wind moves in and rustles the surface; i begin to mist and twist. i get sloppy, mixed up and wild. and by nature, nothing rages forever. the motion quits its churn and i am still again. light and quiet, sparkling under the sun. nothing sits quiet forever, either.