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crashing with friends

yesterday, she and i snuggled under my covers, parallel bodies awash under the light pollution that streams gently through my window each night. birds chirped as our eyes finally closed. tonight i make myself at home on the couch, in borrowed pajamas, under soft blankets. the dog’s collar clinks somewhere in the other room as he looks for a place to settle, circling for a moment before huffing to the floor. i am so tired. life is good

@testtubeadult

May 19, 2024

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to tell you the truth

i am sick in bed. to lay in your sick is to lay with your self. To lay with your quiet coughing and distorted voices from your phone and footfalls of other bodies in the house moving, shadows underneath the door a certain essence of a person unconfirmed until i open or crack a sliver and then i will know for sure. that it is not a spirit come to whisk me away but a hand knocking to offer me advil. so i dream wistlessly as i lay in my sick and i hope to go be small enough to live in the nests of flowers and plats at the greenhouse. But oh I must have my phone with me and a sketch book and my partner and some clothes- maybe a skirt. maybe i will have wings too and i will go visit friends from corners where they cant fully see me- shadows under the door i could be anything, anyone, until they open

@vidha

Jan 24, 2024

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wiggle & wriggle

i truly love when people embrace the simple things in life, those are what truly builds foundations for love and wonder in one’s world. this morning as i awoke alarmingly late, i could feel my body creak like an ancient tree. seeming wisdom seeping through the cracks yet realistically was more the product of poor sleep. i felt like a mummy awaking from its tomb and glimpses of life capturing its eye and reeling it towards reality. but this time i didn’t want to rise. i just wanted to lay. wriggle, roll, and wither below my blankets. stretching stagnantly yet efficiently. i found so much joy in my cocoon of blankets. inching up and down across my sheets, as if i was about to break through but couldn’t leave the confines of comfort. it was this simple thing as i peered through my cubby’s window that truly made my day. simplicity in sleepiness.

@vivaroni

Nov 28, 2024

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the word zonked

so fucking accurate 10/10. like…correct

@beabecker

Jan 31, 2024

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creating artifacts of yourself

Videos. Journals. Planners. Calendars. Playlists. Spreadsheets. Letters to open in the future. Keeping track of the present (in a way that is low stakes and fun) keeps me from dwelling on the past or feeling upset about changing. It will be there for me if and when I want to return to it! And I get to dip into the things I have thought and felt and loved in the past and maybe they become part of my life again or they don't! I also love to experiment with form in the ways that I record myself. Journals are a classic, but doing something like journaling in a planner with limited space or on a calendar means you have to pick just one memory from each day. Or making playlists / watchlists / reading lists of what's important to you at a time. Embarking upon fun little challenges of discovery (places, songs, books, movies, foods) and keeping track of what you learn in an organized (or disorganized) way! Video journals or little vlogs just for yourself! Scrapbooking! Fun in the moment to create and fun in the future to rediscover.

@beabecker

Jan 26, 2024

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a little quip when you‘re playing monopoly

it’s a shit game so if you’re gonna play it at least go for a little “nice to come home” when you land on one of your own properties

@beabecker

Feb 14, 2024