god, i love having a moon
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god, i love having a moon

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i’d like to continue to romanticize the energy of being surrounded by my friends doing our own projects. our passions. our joys. feeling it’s mimic when i think about our ancestors creating homes. the basket weaving, the loom usage. hell, even the community found around a washtub. or a shared fire before dinner time.
i think about as well the queer women on those times. the relationships they foster and cultivate while they sit side by side, hands busy.
i’m not sure but i feel like there’s a poem waiting to be written abt it
the way hank green literally just posted a video in this same vein. the spinning!! women spinning! every single woman spinning! society was built around agriculture FOR creating in the sphere of textiles
i’m in love with you
not to you
i’d like to continue to romanticize the energy of being surrounded by my friends doing our own projects. our passions. our joys. feeling it’s mimic when i think about our ancestors creating homes. the basket weaving, the loom usage. hell, even the community found around a washtub. or a shared fire before dinner time.
i think about as well the queer women on those times. the relationships they foster and cultivate while they sit side by side, hands busy.
i’m not sure but i feel like there’s a poem waiting to be written abt it
listening to second chances by gregory alan isakov. everything is built of second chances huh like giving people the opportunity to correct their mistakes. sharing grace in one hand and love in the other. the trust can be so fragile. giving feedback and adjusting. adjusting. adjusting. learning to love. learning to be with.

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if i were to allow myself to fall
i’d like to think i would find yours arms to be soft
community gives us a place to rest between the battles
there will never be anything
quite like your friends
step one: find the map to the staircase
and if my hands look the same when i’m old as they do after getting out of the pool at 24 i think i will love them still

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to know that i loved
kiss ur friends
because u love them
because u love them
because u love them
humans and their habits
what a shame to have to live in a world i truly wish to observe.
what a blessing.
journalling, writing, walk to the library, swing on the swings, go to dinner and movie with the found fam

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it will be worth it i think.
to love
out back, the stars in our eyes
goddess of the moon, smiling on us
fairies in the stars, waiting expectantly
when the lights go down, our eyes glow
locked
pixie dust in our veins
happy thoughts
the swings—we’re flying