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Today is my friend’s birthday.
I wrote her a love letter text.
I rewrote Frank oharas “having a coke with you” and posted that along with a spam of photos and videos.
I commissioned a drawing of us.
For my other dear Aquarius friend this week, I texted her at 12am Hawaii time but 5am New York time. I still was one of the first to wish her happy birthday. I always am. She said that means a lot to her and that it is special to have someone that loves you and loves you so much. And I similarly love being loved by her.
I make a big public and private statement of love for all my friends birthdays.
Because they deserved to be loved quietly and subtly and privately as well as loudly and publicly and for everyone to witness.
I love being loved by my friends. And love isn’t a frivolous word to me. Their love makes me feel powerful. I feel blessed to be loved by them. It makes life worthwhile. And so I’m never embarrassed to shout loudly about our love on the anniversary of them gracing the earth for the first time.
My friends are the only place I feel at home.
Abundance can sometimes be good and sometimes be bad, but feeling abundance and loving abundantly is holding gratitude for the small pleasantries in life, one of which is having a cherry coke everytime im with my friend chai.
Feb 16, 2024
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Cherish them. Thank them. Write them. Invite them to parts unknown. Share music, art, and food. Celebrate together; cry together. Share your hopes and fears; the mundane and extraordinary; the minutia and the barrenness of your life as it occurs. Savor every single moment you have together.
And don’t forget to tell them you love them — to the point you feel silly. The quality of your friendships dictate the quality of your life.
Mar 18, 2025
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i am genuinely astonished at my fortune to have such loving, caring, compassionate, hilarious, sexy friends. been feeling some feels this week and then i talk to one of them for like 5 seconds and i instantly turn rainbow like the star power in mario kart and everything is wonderful again. this is your sign to call your friends and tell them you love them, or better yet, if they’re physically nearby, plant a gentle kiss on their foreheads and buy them a pizza as a token of your love. can you tell i haven’t been sleeping well? i’m deliriously and deliciously full of gratitude, my belly is full to the brim with it!
Jan 14, 2025
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Maybe even too much!!
I’m really big on platonic declarations of love and devotion. I love my friends so much and it is truly such a joy to know each and every one of them and I never want any of them to doubt that for even a second. Like, love and friendship are genuinely all we have at the end of the day and how beautiful is it that we get to love and be loved???
Mar 19, 2025
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women who run with wolves, women who run with rats.
the true ultimate bonding activity for you and the girls. because you’ll never forget how they sheltered you when you were low.
one of the most liberating rituals I perform in New York is popping a squat in between parked cars or a dark corner and letting it all go…. wild wild women we are deemed to be.
they may look down upon us because perhaps it isn’t “polite”. But when you’re bursting at the seams, why must we settle for discomfort? What’s a girl to do? We are not graced with simplicity to turn to the wall– subtly concealed without judgement. Our anatomy binds us to the confines of bearing it all in a squat. With added complexity given the outfit of choice. And always the obstacle of not splattering our cute shoes. but id only be telling you a falsehood if I said peeing outdoors isn’t so enjoyable whether it be in the middle of a forest or the city street. Even when all odds may be stacked against you.
Only God can judge me. But God is a woman anyway.
Feb 13, 2024
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It’s okay. it’s not for validation, it’s for performance art. Linda Montano said living life itself is her lifelong performance because she declared that it was. Trisha Paytas has carried on that performance practice. So I’m hot on instagram when the spirit compels me to be. But in like a durationally artistic way and for my future lifelong archive, to show my granddaughters that I was also young and fertile once and my boobs were decently sized and semi perky. They should know. That I was that girl once before I was grey and a bit wrinkled and more bitter than I am currently; for traditional reasons.
Mar 14, 2024
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I’m post-grad, unemployed, no direction, sick with a stomach flu or something, went on 3 back to back trips so like I spent a lot of money, clearly have lots of time to write and recommend and ponder and not be ridden with confusion and anxiety these days.
So yes, of course here I am. Back at last to Perfectly Imperfect. You’ve caught me red-handed. Crawling back as I’m glued to my couch currently on a nocturnal sleep schedule due to perhaps a combination of my illness and my body remaining in a time zone opposite to the one I must adjust back to.
Hope someone out there missed me. The bitch is back.
Jul 28, 2024