āThough my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light.
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.ā

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āThough my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light.
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.ā
You always made me feel sexy. I miss that.
āYouāre forgetting how much you give to people. You must help hundreds of people every year. Do you know how much a kind and loving word means to a person in despair? That is your gift, and I wouldnāt take it lightly.ā
ā The Golden Girls, S4E04
You always made me feel sexy. I miss that.
Many near death experience testimonies discuss the value of serving others, as our thoughts and actions have more power than we recognize. And that power should be used for good.
Today I traveled to a major city to get a medical procedure, but the clinic refused to operate due to a miscommunication. So I decided to spend my day downtown.
I got lunch at Whole Foods, and watched a sickly-looking dog lie out in the sun. Its owners were addicts, and I could tell it was dehydrated and malnourished. So I bought a can of wet food, some paper bowls, and a gallon of water. The dog was sweet and drank the water happily before returning to the sun-scorched pavement.
A few blocks away, a woman in psychosis was sitting on the curb and talking to herself. There was a 7-11 across the street, so I asked her what she wanted from the store. Two bags of Doritos, two cans of beer, a bottle of water, and a hot dog. The cashier put it all in a big paper bag, and I delivered it like Santa Claus on Christmas morning. The lady smiled and said āYouāre beautiful.ā
I kept walking and found another woman with no teeth holding up a cardboard sign. I asked her if she had Cashapp or Venmo, but she said no. I said I didnāt have cash and I wish I could do more. But she was grateful anyway. Well wishes wonāt put food on the table, but they can ease the pain of invisibility.
I stopped at an intersection just a few feet away, and an older woman with a kind face looked at me like she knew me. Her eyes were eager and bright, and I matched her warmth with a smile.
I rented an electric scooter and zipped along the sidewalk for a few miles, slowing down for pedestrians and cracks in the pavement. The overcast sky softened the heat of the day. My stomach was rumbling and I locked eyes with the sign of a marketplace.
I heard a voice say āHey bestieā. It was a friendly young man with long curly hair, canvassing to raise money for protected lands. Ironically he looked like one of my actual best friends, so I got off my scooter and gave him the time of day. We talked about politics, astrology, and the earth. We laughed a few times, and he said I had a good vibe. And I knew he meant it. I gave him a twenty-five dollar recurring donation, and we walked into the market so he could use the restroom. We shook hands, and as we parted ways he said, āYour donation just planted a hundred treesā. Canvassing is one of the most demoralizing jobs in the world, and I was honored to be the only stranger who spoke to him that day.
On my way back home, I emptied the change in my wallet for a gentle spirited man, who waited at a distance of three feet out of respect. I felt the shame radiating off of him, shaping the tone of his voice and the way he postured himself. Societyās hatred for poverty spares no one. A handful of change and a smile rewrites the narrative for even just a moment.
That was my version of ministry. Not Bible bashing, homophobia, sexism, hellfire bullshit. Not putting a dollar bill in a wicker basket to buy Godās graces. Just going out into the streets and meeting the people where they are.
And damn it felt goodā better than any high.
It was uplifting, pure, and honest. Being to being, soul to soul. Uncorrupted by self interest and showmanship. Divinity and beauty, found right there on the curb of a dirty sidewalk.
āSomehow, some way, you believe you were meant to be together.
I see a miracle.
I see two people whoāve been afraid to reach out, afraid to take that first step toward real feeling.
Two people gazing into each otherās eyes, and sharing each otherās concerns, and caring about each otherās happiness.
I see two people in love.
Iām not going to oppose this union. Iām going to celebrate it. Iām going to ask God to bless it.
From the bottom of my heart, congratulations.ā
ā Blanche Deveraux, The Golden Girls, Season 7 Episode 25
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drug adventure ā march 10th, 2026
started off the day with some 7-OH from the local smoke shop. filled up on nothing but lean protein and ran lots of errands.
finished the day relaxing at home.
poured myself a cup of hot tea infused with cannabis whipped honey.
popped a quarter ativan and half an ambien. finished it off with a time release melatonin gummy.
played the song black milk by massive attack as the psychedelic effects of ambien brought me to a state of total dissociation and euphoria.
tried to encapsulate the feeling on an instagram reel.
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āI drink to our ruined house To the evil of my life To our loneliness together And I drink to youā To the lying lips that have betrayed us, To the dead-cold eyes, To the fact that the world is brutal and coarse To the fact that God did not save us.ā
ā Anna Akhmatova, Last Toast, trans. by Kate Farris and Ilya Kaminsky
āAnd we kept staring. What should be an uncomfortable moment is strangely intimate. A silent agreement made with our locked eyes. We donāt need to engage in small talk, you and I. We have a real connection.ā
ā Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age
āThere is no safe path with me, no path that allows us to gloss over the uncomfortable realities of my life, or better yet, avoid them entirely.ā
- Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age
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You wanted to lay me down because I made you laugh. You stared into my eyes because you were safe. And it never mattered that we couldnāt be together. We knew that our souls were stitched by Godā loose but never torn when hell came rising.
Some would call it karma to make it dignified. Some would call it illness and shake their heads in pity. But it was too vast for language and name. A heavenly void with four curious eyes. āLoveā was too small to define it. But it was all I had when you looked at me last. A deer stunned by man-made peril.
You were my soulmate, even when you were evil. Your loss defines me now.
āWhen you come through the door at night, your face is never exactly the way I remembered it. I get surprised by something mean and hard about the way you look. Even the weight of you in the bed at night, the way you breathe in your sleep, seems unfamiliar. You terrify me.ā
ā Angels in America (2003)