Outer Space. Inner Space.

This is my space to post whatever I feel like. I might feel like sharing some of my journey with endometriosis or mental illness. I might share articles that have resonated with me or I've found interesting. I could post some of my poetry, essays, or other writings. I could share other writers' work that I admire. Maybe some photography, mine or others. Things that made me smile or laugh or cry. I get to go wild on here. But most importantly I am choosing to share...not entirely sure why...and obviously I'm not going to share every corner of my life but I'm going to take a risk and share bits and pieces.

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Gory Fragments #33

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My lips dripping secrets that were never supposed to see the light of day .olivia.irene.

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Gory Fragments #32

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Gory Fragments #30

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Happy Halloween 🎃 I’m walking down The haunted hallways The old wooden floor Creaking under every footstep The house filled with all…

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To people I’ve seen questioning Anthony Rapp’s story (you have every right to question but here’s what I’ve seen as your points): 1. Apparently because there is only him talking about what happened and not a slew of people like Weinstein that makes it less plausible? Makes it less important? 2. Also there actually are more people than just him who have Spacey stories of their own. Not hard to…

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Gory Fragments #29

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Gory Fragments #28

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It’s Ok. I've written 4 possible posts for today so far (well one was written in my head but it counts.) And I can't seem to get my thoughts together to form a flowing cohesiveness.

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Gory Fragments #27

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I miss you everyday 🖤 England. morning dew on the leaves of the most fragrant delicate white flowers they seem to smell most beautiful right at dawn the aroma of last night’s rain still hovering in the air a light fog settling over the fields songbirds singing their early morning melodies making me feel right at home in the distance a cottontail bunny hopping off into the brush a heron standing…

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Gory Fragments #24

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I'll be sitting here on the park bench till you're ready to find me come hold my hand…

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