I think I have officially written my best sentence ever in a paper we are working on right now, and it makes me so sad that I will have to wait perhaps upward of a year before I can share it with you nerds.
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I think I have officially written my best sentence ever in a paper we are working on right now, and it makes me so sad that I will have to wait perhaps upward of a year before I can share it with you nerds.
Lately it feels a bit like Tantalus—everything I want is right in front of me, but just out of reach.
I remind myself of the laws of detachment: nothing is mine, and that’s okay. I can notice, appreciate, even long for things without needing to grab hold of them. Sometimes just seeing is enough.
Mantra: I allow love to flow freely. I let go of needing it back. I honor what I feel and still choose peace.
Bewitching Trails, April 2024
leon's body is supposed to be here tomorrow. supposed to be.
as i struggle to take a break from painting (and being so fuckin close to finishing him -> lighting + final touches left....)
as i struggle to wait for my boy.... to complete him....
here's an idea, a spoiler if i were to commit to it, for the doll fic...
Brian in Brussels - 1985
credit: @hypnoluxo
after watching episode 4 of gentleman Jack with that sad bed scene i desperately want an ann/e modern au
Date night 💕