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Train Dreams (2025)

“When you’re deeply sensitive, love is ecstasy. Music is godlike. Heartache is a wide, somatic wound. Visual natural beauty is jewel-drenched, wild bliss. Tension and conflict are muscle tightening and toxic, straight down to the cells. So how do you hold it all? You rinse, re-centre, and remain clear. You recycle your sensitivity by propelling yourself and others to create waves of change in a super starving world. Direct your passion by spreading your heart only across what clearly matters most. Surround yourself with the souls and spaces that groove alongside your own- the ones that also desire to chase the beauty, courage and freedom we’re all here to teach each other. Choose love over fear and let go of all the rest, breathing what isn’t best for you straight out of your bones. Remember-there is power in the body. Harness it for the greater good, and allow nothing confusing, peace disrupting, or hurtful stand in its way.”

— Victoria Erickson

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Today’s Poem

Double Dutch –Gregory Pardlo

The girls turning double-dutch bob & weave like boxers pulling punches, shadowing each other, sparring across the slack cord casting parabolas in the air. They whip quick as an infant’s pulse and the jumper, before she enters the winking, nods in time as if she has a notion to share, waiting her chance to speak. But she’s anticipating the upbeat like a bandleader counting off the tune they are about to swing into. The jumper stair-steps into mid-air as if she’s jumping rope in low-gravity, training for a lunar mission. Airborne a moment long enough to fit a second thought in, she looks caught in the mouth bones of a fish as she flutter-floats into motion like a figure in a stack of time-lapse photos thumbed alive. Once inside, the bells tied to her shoestrings rouse the gods who’ve lain in the dust since the Dutch acquired Manhattan. How she dances patterns like a dust-heavy bee retracing its travels in scale before the hive. How the whole stunning contraption of girl and rope slaps and scoops like a paddle boat. Her misted skin arranges the light with each adjustment and flex. Now heather- hued, now sheen, light listing on the fulcrum of a wrist and the bare jutted joints of elbow and knee, and the faceted surfaces of muscle, surfaces fracturing and reforming like a sun-tickled sleeve of running water. She makes jewelry of herself and garlands the ground with shadows.

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Giant Ginko tree, Japan

my life really is one big charade of megalomania but if it gets me rich it is worth the suffering lfgggg

anyways when I feel like this usually I just need to do a really good job with my makeup and hair until i feel sexy and then the delusion of happiness overtakes me again

so that's what ima do

I have too many personalities and they're all so separate lol

caring about how i am Perceived regularly for the past while for my career has finally caught up me and my body has finally had Enough

now I have no voice from some sort of allergic bronchitis or something and had to call off work today and yesterday so I actually have 3 days off when I usually have 1 and I'm actually just sitting and thinking and feeling

it's so strange that I really convinced myself that I was the "happiest depressed person" and that my job and my life is great. because somehow, while that all feels real, it only feels real for the version of myself that I present to others and the world around me. but lately now that the depression is settling back in I'm remembering who I really am, who nobody really sees except A. but even he can't truly see me, at least I've always felt that way.

the public version of me is an amazing person. I love her so much. she's so passionate and driven and she's destined for greatness in every way, and I can't stop her.

but inside it feels like real me is always so small, never growing up, always so heartbroken. I just want to live in a different world where I don't have to conform to the rules of society and social media to make a good living. where I can be invisible. life always feels overwhelming, even when it's good. or especially when it's good.

anyways I'm seeing a therapist for the first time in years again on tues.. I just want to feel real

changed my icon for the first time in probably... 6?? 8??? Years

important.

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“The best translations into English do not, in fact, read as if they were originally written in English. The English words are arranged in such a way that the reader sees a glimpse of another culture’s patterns of thinking, hears an echo of another language’s rhythms and cadences, and feels a tremor of another people’s gestures and movements.”

— Ken Liu, “Translator’s Postscript” to The Three Body Problem by Liu Cixin

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“We know more than we can say: we live in waves of feelings and awareness where images indwell and grow along the leafwork of our nerves and veins; and when one morning […] we walk out on our porch and see the white azaleas open to the air we recognize them from our dreams as every cell projects our affirmation”

— Peter Meinke, from “Azaleas,” Poetry (December 1978)