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I felt good today ♡

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What if I swab my pussy with this at home covid test to see how absolutely sick it is

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Wanted to share my art. ♡

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This is your daily reminder to not be ashamed of making your life easy for yourself.

Cut your food into small pieces, make the font size 30 on your e book, use straws to drink, get a pen that’s comfortable to hold, take more naps, walk slowly, eat another cookie, buy velcro shoes, re-watch the part you couldn’t understand the first time, write things on your hands so you don’t forget it… whatever you want and/or need

Don’t let anyone tell you how you should be doing things. We don’t need to prove each other anything

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Oil study on paper, 18x24"

"Figure with flowers"

In progress

2022

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To people who are chronically ill: Recovery doesn’t always have to equal overcoming your illness. Recovery can be learning to manage symptoms- or starting therapy and medication. The little victories are still things to celebrate. Even if there’s no real “recovering” for you, you can heal yourself in other ways and life will get better

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Spring is returning. 🌱🌤🌄🌅

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Yeyo is so photogenic 🥺📸

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Social people.

Social media makes me feel like a loser.

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Not enough followers. Do I even exist on the internet?

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Not enough pics with friends. Cause I don’t have any. Am I even real?

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If I don’t have a thousand people following me. I’m not real. I’m not valid.

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My ghostly self wonders. So transparent they don’t see me. Lurking online.

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Feeling lonely. I don’t have friends to take pics with. Feeling invalid. I’m not cool enough.

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I hate social media.

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Please, like and reblog.

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Thoughts.

I turn the knife into my flesh, slicing my fat. . 

Carving out fibers from tired muscles.

Tears of acid fall from the face of the monster.

Ghosts of insidious thoughts dance. 

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— Mary Oliver, Snake

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T. S. Eliot, from “The Confidential Clerk”, first published in 1954

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Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to his wife Véra (24 March 1937)

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Snow day, March 12th, 2022.

My outside kitty friend named 'No Ear'. Snow day, A bit of happiness I needed. ♡