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When you're sad so you eat a dozen wings and wear tie dye leggings

Me this morning before work in bed // home at 3:30 & back to bed

Once I had words balanced on my fingertips extensions of my eggshell hands White bowls cracked open Ready. Now I have a countertop space that is small, and wooden. I have your hands, dusted in flour kneading dough with ease, my shaking waking slowly. Not ready. Song in my neck, the movement takes me by the head and kisses. I don’t have to speak or say or write words in the sky anymore. But I hear them. They’re balanced on my fingertips, lifting my entire hands golden yellow from the sun towards the sky motion motion.

Ughhh. Woke up with my loves in joy, floated down the river with my babe, had an emotional/anxiety fueled lunch in which we probably freaked out our servers by swearing at each other (me>Jake), then crying, then laughing... Then a marvelous cozy drive home in which JAKE DROVE (license test soon)! And rose and I were passengers and we sang the whole way home. God fuck life

My siblings are stellar...🌟 and my girl lil is bigger than me!!!!!

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Goodmorning, from a really special place.