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Love biking around and listening to music. There are geese and pedal boats and giant tree alleys that cover the sky in green. There are even flamingos!
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to feel some kind of magic in the air, to see swans honking like the greek chorus in the Odyssey
Feb 23, 2024
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During Covid I would bike almost every evening through my neighborhood outside of Portland- I don’t have a bike anymore but I miss golden hour & one earbud in & standing up on the frame with no hands & thinking I was cool
Apr 17, 2025
It was such a cool, sunny day when i woke up so after breakfast i picked up my bike from the storage and hit the road! It was hella windy and my butt hurts now but it was really fun, way better than the past few months of running.
The birds were chirping and i got a slight tan too, whats there not to like!
(I also like the frank ocean song so imma link it so there’s a picture)
Mar 25, 2024
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The most lynchian film that's not been made by Lynch
I audibly laughed several times
Great movie
4d ago
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There's this one note on the app I fill with entries like a list– from the most joy-inducing feeling to the shortest happening– in a few words, anything that once mattered to me.
Key point is sincerity. Anything that can catch you saying: "What a blessing it is to be alive!". It's thoroughgoing work but once you commit it's a very rewarding outcome. Your very own reflection in this world through what you notice. The sense that you're surrounded by proof of love, knowing that you belong in that space.
I go over it again and again perfecting it, I try to stay true and aware. My friends began theirs at my incentive, we share our findings together and it mutually gives us inspiration. I wish everyone made a list of what they love. I'm kickstarting the project.
Feb 17, 2025
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Recess in primary school: I hung from the metal spider web–whatever you call it–upside down, until my face would flush as bright as a ruby. The bells rang, the teachers gathered us in.
During class I noticed I lost the ring that my best friend Marie had given me cause we got along so well and easy. This ring bore a little ladybug, my lucky charm, and it was the only piece of jewelry I owned at 9 years old. It must've slipped out of my finger earlier, wiggling in the playground pretending to float, I thought. Once I put the pieces back together, recovering the ring became my top priority.
The next break was a race against the clock. Although the other kids running around got in my way, I could reach the spot and began scooping the pebbles with my hands. I turned the ground over–my nails and knees all dusty–I dug and dug and picked every rock in this square, but nothing. I was defeated.
The ring may still be here as of now, an artifact of where once great friendship took flight.
This story isn't an achievement of any kind, it isn't a staple in my life, just an anecdote among many. But it is how I wish to be remembered: a dear friend, arm-deep in the grime, trying to find something special, something shiny, a gift.
Thank you for the memories that your question brought up, given that I don't recall most of my childhood, it's a real brain twister (in a good way).
Feb 18, 2025