Nov 2, 2023
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"I’m sorry. For the words I have never spoken and for the ones that I did. This isn’t your fault. And it’s killing me. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. And that I know that this will mean nothing to you. Because it’s too late. And I’m sorry." - Pushkin Channan Though, it does not require any clarification. And it's clear that something wrong has, I believe, ended our friendship.
Idk how but all my friends full of mutable energy and me ended all together in a groupchat and the energy is just plain c h a o t i c
Breaking habits, keeping friends, looking for methadone
Breaking habits, keeping friends, looking for methadone
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I am drinking self-made almond milk, spiced with cinnamon, ginger, and cardamom, and heated into a marvellous froth. It is creamy, tingly, delicious… and all I can think about is how much better it would be with… coffee.
I’ve been trying to not drink coffee for somewhere between four and six months now.
I have never missed a lover, my children, or any experience, ever, as I now miss my black…
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More than Friends !
Neither was he my Boyfriend, nor just a Friend. The bond between us was elastic - Stretching between the extremes.
We started stealing lines from each other and exchanging an inside joke with just a glance. We could see the darkness in each other. We were each other’s best company. He would tell me the little facts about me, never told by anyone. My reply would just be meeting his gaze. Coz why not ? He cared to notice the little things i did. Having him to talk about anything and everything, and feeling comfortable was a beautiful feeling. 😊
After a whole hectic and a bad day, he was the only one I could rely on. My adviser! My personal stylist! My day dream! My wish! And I loved his smile, of-course. We shared dumb photos of each other. The bond we shared staying miles away was magnificent. 💖😊💖
Not that we were too busy noticing each other. Everyone around us mattered too. Every single thing had a great impact on us. But we had no commitments, no complaints. It wasn’t hard as well. Only one tiny trick that kept us going, “Never give more than we will to loose”. Such a compatibility is hard to find.
POSTCARDS FROM CUBA: But we won’t get scurvy
POSTCARDS FROM CUBA: But we won’t get scurvy
For every farmer and back-to-lander there ever was, especially the Sunnyside Community Garden folk.
Listen (a seven minute commitment):
& read:
prologue
Hi, Mom.
We’re all well and…
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