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i had a dream you guys did a breaking bad drag show and all i remember was there was an interactive cooking segment

#✨sk #hello #so two things I (shean) have a MASSIVE crush on bryan cranston (BECAUSE OF MALCOM IN THE MIDDLE NOT BREAKING BAD)#and also there /was/ actually a cooking themed breaking bad show in boston once upon a time!!!#neither of us were there or involved but we heard it had an actual deep fryer in an old gay bar with poor AC/air circulation in the middle #of summer #which made for an unexpectedly immersive desert heat

Before and After

We're arguing in the kitchen. The weather should break soon. All the windows are wide open, we're both aware.

Come on, we've had this fight, I say. Where does it end?

You watch me as if it's a trick. I'm drawing a blank. Where does it end?

Waiting for the storm, I can't move. Words pile on words overhead, pewter and pressing.

Thunder growls late afternoon. We herd cats, wind in the parasol.

Your eyes are on the downpour. I think you were right to shelter the saplings under the table.

When the sun blazes through the drenched glass, I soar. Is this cliché? Is the sense of being spared an artless wonder?

All immersed in one of my books, you look up. Babe, if you die before me, I'll go feral. I won't cope. Just to let you know, that's where it ends.

#poetry #writing #twc #intermezzos #in the wilderness #of summer

FUCK SUMMER

#i'm getting so overheated #not a big fan #of summer

My hyper-heart is so weary, and I keep blaming it on winter. We are estimated to have nearly 30 inches of snow by next week, yet all I can think about is summer. It's becoming hard to think about anything else now.

In another dream— it's summer, and I fling the patio doors open to let the light flood in. There's a warm breeze that carries the scent of freshly bloomed lilacs. And I'll watch Nolan and Lila run past me, barefoot and laughing, racing to the garden beds to find the first sprout.

Then, my hyper-heart will soften, like melted honey beneath the sun.

#of summer

Spring is on the cusp of summer-- my favorite moment of the year, a long-awaited point in time. The front garden beds are budding, the breeze is cool enough to open the windows without warming the house up too much, and despite how much I bathe them clean, the dirt beneath my children's fingernails is too stubborn to leave.

We spent the afternoon planting a butterfly garden on the deck. Nolan rushes to the window each morning to examine the soil for tiny sprouts. All I can hope is we are making their childhood memorable. I love their curious little minds. They always find joy in the simplest things, and I cannot describe the happiness that brings me as a mother.

Too many thoughts are crowding my mind these days. I try to keep organized to bring order to the chaos, but my calendar is overbooked. Scribbling in the margins and I cannot write anymore. But my journal has room for a few more words. As I change with the season, I keep thinking about how my dreams are becoming a reality. I am putting myself out there to brands and creating partnerships, acquiring complementary furniture I almost purchased (a more recent contract I made was for a coffee table).

I remember fumbling around with my camera when I was younger, wondering what it would be like if this was my profession. For the longest time, I lost that version of myself. I struggled to carry her along the way. I couldn't drag that weight anymore. But I had it all wrong. I thought my way to keep going was to become her again. Whereas that was the opposite of growth. I have no answer as to why it took many years for me to understand all that time I was growing into someone better than before. That my life is one I always dreamt of. Why did I fight so painfully to fit into the old version of myself?

I spent what feels like a lifetime sitting down in my dreams with past versions of myself, showing her what our life has become.

#my heart #of summer