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by Ian O'Hara ig: @ reliablespice
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺, 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 5'9 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰
𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦, 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘻𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯 ~ 2026 ~
spring equinox
Had a silly little cry today after watching Phantom Thread! The thaw of knowing how to yearn after a waxing of shadows and ice. I thought about what I'd say to my mother if I hallucinated in my poisoned puddle of sweat that she was standing in my room. I'd ask, why she was never curious about me? Why didn't she want to get to know me? What did I become that became so ungodly to her? Well my nose got clogged from the ugly tears and I felt as returned to the earth as the snow is doing now, less cold, aired and warm. February is already half over and the moribund unflavoring will be no more. I'll be kinder to myself in March. I promise!
nothing like a big shift in every previously stable arrangement—housing, a job, a relationship—to render a nightly crash out that lasts about 2 hours. everything changes! just some things seem to change much much faster all at once
they're telling me my new butter fingies are "slay"
my submissions got turned down for a poetry org's featured poet of the week #humbled
uh yeah could i get one Voluntary Coma. yes for 2 weeks please. no on the extra sauces thanks
the deer & the gemini tree
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