The universe has very ethereal ways of communicating, especially in signals it will know you’ll understand. Signs are always tailored to the receiver.
Today I found a literal butterfly on my stairs; I’ve never encountered anything like it. What a joy. In the middle of manifesting something specific, it feels like a cosmic nod. 🦋
one of my roommate is a poet & sometimes, days later, i find bits of our conversations in the poetry she writes. she likes to read us whatever she’s working on before bed. i often fall asleep in the quiet that follows, thinking about how lucky i’ve become to live in a space where queer being and longing flows freely and abundantly
