Fiddle-dee-dee

Deja Vu

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#dedicated to the gram

bonus, the result:

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I keep seeing this image everywhere, but what was this artist thinking? Tom just looks like he lit a fart and kept eye contact.

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Cheerios at 5am

My son has thrown dry Cheerios all over my living room. It’s 5am and I’m disinclined to give a fuck, since I’ve been up with him since 3am. FML

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Not to brag or anything, but I can totally build IKEA furniture with my husband without getting into a fight. #ikea

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The hinges

Fantastically useful. They hold things together and help them bend in intentional ways. But two hinges, placed just so, they can create a stiff, inflexible thing.

Friendships are quite similar to hinges. They help us maintain flixibility by teaching us to accept ourselves and our counterparts differences. When they squeak, we know we have neglected them for too long, leaving them weathering in the elements. But also, if two friends have just the right differences, the person whom holds these two friendships dear, they can feel trapped, unsure of which way to move, causing immobility and confusion.

I find myself in just such a situation. Most of my friends are fantastic people. They help me be the best person I can be, but also, they become uncomfortable when I talk about the other friends I have. It’s like talking to a current lover about an ex-lover; the quiet becomes nauseating and I find myself unsure of whether to talk about those friendships ever again.

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Loneliness of Change

I type a message to the world to let them know that I’m coming; I’m coming back to show them I’m not just fat. I am the bones you used to see. I am the muscle under my postpartum fluff. I am the desire and vigor of my youth, and at 37 years old, 220lbs, I will not stop until I am healthy.

I see you. I see you judging my dress size.