I love Mullet & Scruff

You pause before reacting, even if it’s just for a second.

You notice your thoughts instead of immediately believing all of them.

You have moments, small, quiet ones where things feel a little lighter, even if they don’t last long.

You are starting to recognize what hurts you, even if you don’t know how to fix it yet.

You come back to yourself a little faster than you used to.

You let yourself rest sometimes, without as much guilt.

You are more aware of what you need, even if you struggle to give it to yourself.

You are trying. Even on the days where it feels like you are failing, you are still here, still moving through it.

You have days that feel okay, and instead of them feeling impossible, they feel… real, even if unfamiliar.

You are learning that not every thought deserves your attention.

You are still hurting sometimes, but it doesn’t feel exactly the same as before.

Healing doesn’t always look like big changes.

Sometimes it looks like this, small shifts, quiet awareness, softer moments that come and go.

And even if it doesn’t feel like progress, it is.

You are not stuck in the exact same place you were before.

Something in you is changing.

Even if it’s slow. Even if it’s subtle.

I have to pick up my brother at the train station tonight. He is due in at 11:30 pm , but since it's Amtrak, I figure I will be sitting around until at least 1 or 2.

This station is a relatively un modernized, mint green tiled, neon tube lit, Art Deco wonder. It always feels slightly underwater from the light reflecting off of the tile and it is so insanely LIMINAL even at normal hours, it's almost creepy. It's almost always empty except for the wandering junkies and the roaches. So dystopian.

This is an unparalleled fashion moment. If I look like a suburban housewife, I will attract the handout seekers and they will try to beg money, smokes, candy, whatever they can from me the whole time I am there. I could go full gothic witch and sit on the floor with the roaches and read tarot cards. I could go the Balenciaga route and wear fake homeless looking clothes and ask THEM for stuff. I could wear a muumuu and leis and welcome everyone who comes through the door with "Aloha!" I also have a floor length formal gown in the same color as the wall and floor tile - I could just "blend into the walls".

I have to pick up my brother at the train station tonight. He is due in at 11:30 pm , but since it's Amtrak, I figure I will be sitting around until at least 1 or 2.

This station is a relatively un modernized, mint green tiled, neon tube lit, Art Deco wonder. It always feels slightly underwater from the light reflecting off of the tile and it is so insanely LIMINAL even at normal hours, it's almost creepy. It's almost always empty except for the wandering junkies and the roaches. So dystopian.

This is an unparalleled fashion moment. If I look like a suburban housewife, I will attract the handout seekers and they will try to beg money, smokes, candy, whatever they can from me the whole time I am there. I could go full gothic witch and sit on the floor with the roaches and read tarot cards. I could go the Balenciaga route and wear fake homeless looking clothes and ask THEM for stuff. I could wear a muumuu and leis and welcome everyone who comes through the door with "Aloha!" I also have a floor length formal gown in the same color as the wall and floor tile - I could just "blend into the walls".

I have to pick up my brother at the train station tonight. He is due in at 11:30 pm , but since it's Amtrak, I figure I will be sitting around until at least 1 or 2.

This station is a relatively un modernized, mint green tiled, neon tube lit, Art Deco wonder. It always feels slightly underwater from the light reflecting off of the tile and it is so insanely LIMINAL even at normal hours, it's almost creepy. It's almost always empty except for the wandering junkies and the roaches. So dystopian.

This is an unparalleled fashion moment. If I look like a suburban housewife, I will attract the handout seekers and they will try to beg money, smokes, candy, whatever they can from me the whole time I am there. I could go full gothic witch and sit on the floor with the roaches and read tarot cards. I could go the Balenciaga route and wear fake homeless looking clothes and ask THEM for stuff. I could wear a muumuu and leis and welcome everyone who comes through the door with "Aloha!" I also have a floor length formal gown in the same color as the wall and floor tile - I could just "blend into the walls".