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Trees through time

-willow tree behind my parents’ house they cut down when I was young bc it was at risk of crushing us. I remember crying. I remember my grandad working on hacking up the stump every time he came to visit long after it seemed like he should be physically able to do that kind of labor. -birch trees on my childhood neighbor‘s property. I liked to listen to the leaves and peel off bark to “write” on with a stick. -magnolia tree in our front yard in Philly, especially in spring when there would be petals all over the porch and stoop steps -several trees in the Woodlawn cemetery in Philly. I would go take long walks there one fall when I was feeling really down and would visit my favorite trees each time. Some grave markers are so old, they’re being swallowed whole by trees growing around them. One tree looks like ten or twelve smaller trees that have all grown together. there was one small tree that was always full of sparrows -the japanese maple on my current block, especially in fall. made me smile every morning I saw it even though I knew it meant winter was coming. Sorry for the novel. I love this question, thank you for asking it.

@lynnnnie

Apr 15, 2024

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jacaranda

had one in front of my childhood home. they look lovely, they smell lovely, they are hearty (spent many afternoons climbing it), we never really did anything to care for it (socal weather). they have circular seed pods that me and my sister would always call stingrays. when they matured enough, you could stomp on them and all the seeds would spill out. we had a swing on it and spent hours and hours swinging as high as we could go. its like a purple cherry blossom. god i miss that tree

@rodeoshrimp

Apr 16, 2024

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Magnolia Flowers

My favorite tree when I lived in Illinois was a Magnolia. I would climb it, sketchbook in tow, and just doodle to my hearts desire everyday afterschool. I got to visit the tree again this past February and share a beautiful experience with my cousin over this tree. It turns out, seeing my connection with that tree inspired my younger cousin, who has always looked up to me, to keep the closeness with the tree alive. Following my move away from Illinois, she adopted the tree. Now, anytime I am overwhelmed or need an escape, I think of the tree. See tree below

@weird

Sep 23, 2024

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Starting over

“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.” — Anaïs Nin This is uncharacteristically raw and personal, even for me, and pretty heavy! I know many of you have seen me posting through it and I feel safe to talk about it openly now that I’ve safely landed at the start of my new life. It’s honestly even a little bit embarrassing but I think it’s important to share. I’ve never publicly mentioned it on here, but I have a husband; as of Friday, we’d have been together for 11 years, and we’ve been married for 3 years as of 2/22. I realize now that I wanted to explore what I looked like outside of my relationship with him because I had lost that. This is why PI.FYI has been so meaningful to me as a space to express myself and connect with people—to rediscover my voice. I had been living a lie this entire time, to others but worst of all to myself. He’s been verbally and emotionally abusive, physically but without touching me, to the point that every day I spent with him I was in danger. I’ve been shrinking myself and walking on eggshells to avoid making him insecure and provoking his casual put-downs and fits of rage, while hanging on for dear life to the threads of good I could see. I’ve wanted so badly to leave, more than anything, but I felt like there was no way out and that this was just something I would need to endure indefinitely—but someone who is so very dear to me helped me see that I have wings to fly, not by acting as my savior but by reminding me of my own power. The emotional safety they built and the gentle care they showed me made me feel like I could open up to them. With their encouragement I was brave enough to tell the truth to my friends, my family, my boss, and they have received me with warm, loving and open arms and rallied to support and protect me. The financial and  logistical aspects were the most intimidating to me and it’s going to be tough for a while but I’m going to be better than okay! Now I’m opening up to you. This isn’t the only abuse I’ve suffered in my life, and my old therapist told me she believed it was my mission to share my strength and light with others to inspire them and show them that change is possible. I hope that by sharing this, I can reach even just one person who is going through something similar and show that they are not alone, and they are not weak. People with certain backgrounds may be more vulnerable to abuse, but it can happen to anyone. It thrives in darkness, shame, and isolation—and breaking that silence is the first step toward freedom. Leaving is the scariest thing I have ever done but I have so many angels around me, and I am endlessly grateful. Thank you for being here with me 💌

@taterhole

Mar 16, 2025

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Never changing

My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌

@taterhole

Feb 23, 2025

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Finally Quitting the job that you hate

Schedule sent my resignation email for the morning, effective immediately ✅💅

@taterhole

Feb 27, 2025