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The many faces of your Madijesty

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i want to breathe you in rhythmically, with gravity on my side. i want you to pull me in, passionately, be the ocean that inhales my tides.

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although it's summer, it feels like it has been autumn since your departure. i feel in constant fall.

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Yes, I really didn't appreciate the water treating a torrential monsoon like that! 😒 lol

I’m fixing a bubble bath for Charlie don’t doesn’t try a sneaky trap like it did to @torrentialmonsoon!!

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I really miss the replies on the dashboard. Was so fun snooping in on everyone's responses, haha

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I am your broken and your shattered, your tired and your exhausted; your empty and your hollow, your barren and your deserted. I am your abandoned and your vacated, your fallen and your forgotten; your withered and your wasted, your decayed and your rotten. I am your everything dead, but I am my own words unread.

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i thought that the storm came for me and that's how i nearly died. but it was really me who was the storm, the storm that thrived. - how storms survive even in environments that work against them

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Been pouring buckets all yesterday and again today. Just breathtaking.

Of course this had to be a post rather than poetry. But hey. The storm is always poetry in itself.

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It's my 11 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Lol. Y'all, I told myself I'd be here more often after my 10th year last year but oh well. Life is busy with my son and I wouldn't change it at all. Still love you guys.

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I can hear my husband talk to my son saying, "I know mama is number 1! She's the bestest ever. I know you love mama. She will always be number 1! And you know what? Daddy is number 2! So when you wake up in the middle of the night, you can come with daddy to the bed and you can still sleep with mama. You still get to be next to mama. I know you love and trust mama the most. That's great! But daddy is your parent, too. If you wake up, you can come with daddy to the bed and sleep with mama."

He's having this talk because 99% of the nights that my son wakes up at night, he only waits for me to come get him. Refuses to go with my husband, and just cries until I get him. This happened last night, too. ❤️❤️❤️

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Last night I had a dream

that I wrote a beautiful poem,

telling myself I'd share it here.

I've spent the entire day

so far

trying to remember the words,

with no luck.

So now I'll just write a poem instead

About having a beautiful dream.

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My heart is the warmest even in such cold winters with these two. My world ❤️

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We have been having a crazy thunderstorm today with so much LOUD thunder. Loud enough to be shaking our homes. It's phenomenal. And my son is now old enough to hear it and just listen attentively. He said, "mama, what that sounnnnnnnd?" And I told him this is thunder! From the clouds in the sky. And he put both his hands on his head, easily showing that his mind was blown!

I LOVE that his mind was blown by this. He's my son after all ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I feel like I'm at a point where I want to make a timeline of what happened nearly 2 years ago at delivery.

I'm so glad I wrote some things that I did for the first time with my son. When I fed him first. When I changed his diaper. When I changed his first outfit. When I learned to warm up his formula.

I never got other firsts with him. So these things that I wrote down have been so helpful. It's sort of a reminder that I was present.

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@infamouslyroggylives is this what you sound like when you sing Bollywood songs? LMFAOOOOOOOOOOO

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no matter how

loud the music

in my ears sings,

my thoughts remain

louder.