I’m sorry that this elections turned out the way it did, for you, for me, for our friends and family, for our country. I’m sorry we have to watch our nephews grow up with a president that stands for so much of what we stand against. I’m sorry you feel scared and angry and so [&hellip
I grew up in a family that wasn’t particularly expressive. There weren’t that many hugs or deep discussions about our feelings, nor were there moments where we sat and talked about our dreams for the future. It wasn’t a space where we were encouraged to be creative or whimsical. My memories of growing up are [&hellip
I thought of you tonight for the first time in years, wondering if you’d really been here all along, hidden away until it was safe for you to re-emerge, safe from the doubts of your existence; that the feelings inside of me are a mirage and in a moment you will turn to dust and [&hellip
I’m so disgusted by myself right now. I’ve tried a million times over to write, but it’s all self-pitying bullshit. I’m in an ugly space and I’m struggling and it’s gross and I hate it.
The Japanese art of kintsugi is the repair of broken pottery with gold, silver or platinum. The philosophy behind kintsugi is a reverence for imperfection; embracing the flaws and finding beauty in them as a symbol of resilience. What would happen if we had the capacity to look at ourselves in the same way kintsugi [&hellip
Fat Bastard: I can’t stop eating. I eat because I’m unhappy, and I’m unhappy because I eat. It’s a vicious cycle. Now, if you’ll excuse me, there’s someone I’d like to get in touch with and forgive… myself. Fat Bastard: [Farts] Sorry. I farted. It’s a long road ahead. There is one particular moment that [&hellip
I’m having one of those days. One of those days where you just feel like saying “fuck it” to everything because you’re tired of feeling like the only one making an effort. One of those days where you realize you’re feeling sorry for yourself, but you don’t care because so does everyone else and why [&hellip