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One Nice Bug Per Day

if i look back, i am lost
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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@thoughtsandstripes
I’m fairly certain that I am too “nice”
Because if I really spoke my mind
You would have no ego left to speak of
The Way of the Peaceful Warrior - Dan Millman
This was her favorite moment.
When her hair fell low and smooth
Flaxen, golden
Mine dark and short
Blunt, bangs knocking their knees like mine bare at lunchtime, chilly in the fall air with no tights to scathe my skin into feigning warmth
My eyes were dark, hers were blue
She turned and smiled, short skirt twisting into a bright array of color
Her energy exploding, mine sinking away
The power of the moon, her scepter
The fear of time, my scythe. Always reborn, never forgiven.
I walk the path far ahead. She can take the stage for now.
From waiting rooms to boardrooms, a woman maps the silent wars of pain, misdiagnosis, and misogyny in medicine, refusing to be told it’s all
The gangster in me is clutching a barrel. The artist in me is remembering Bowie talking about how he very intentionally did so much alone.
Dirty Witches
Make Perfume
LJR
My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.
I thought I had changed
A closet I didn’t know I was in
This is magic, I would say.
Unreal.
This is like a dream, I would say.
But deep inside, I knew
It was sheerly truth.
This truth was deeper than I ever realized.
My hands grew warm and my breath moistened.
I blushed.
Here, she stands beside me. Holding my hand, looking deep into my eyes.
I have to tell myself that it’s okay.
I can trust.
I can look back at her, and know that I’m not trying. I’m not giving more than I actually have.
I’m overflowing. I see her eyes soften and her hand close in tighter over mine. She rubs my fingers.
I thought I had changed.
Looking at a new life with a new future and a new self and oh my gods how could I be so lucky? How many stars do I have to thank? How many constellations can I trace like the freckles and moles along your soft, sweet body? How many times can I utter the words
I love you
Until it takes my breath away. Until I see your gaze soften. Until I hear those same words, dripping down your chin, making me blush beyond my cheeks. My body warms.
I thought I had changed.
I have.
I’ve become more true to myself. Nothing has changed, save for the love I have for you, has room in it, for me too.
I thought I had changed.
LR 2025