Its New Moon tonite. A beautiful time in the lunar cycle that supports rest, renewal, clarity and intention setting. Reconnect to your inner landscape at this time. This weekend allow yourself to be held in deep rest 🙏🏼🌚

You were always the loser wearing a winner’s grin, and I was the moron who swallowed every shining lie.

Things are always better than you think they will be. So think that.

One day the world stops seeing you. Your edges dull, your voice thins, and you become background noise to louder, younger, hungrier lives. You learn the weight of transparency: how a body can still breathe while the world walks through it.

the ties under which I'm bound I never am allowed to understand a shudder where aching fails to ebb and my bones yearn for silence #Emoetry

life is complicated and love is messy. friendships are relationships are friendships. all we can do is try to support each other, and when it's women supporting women, we can heal incredible pain and do amazing things.

red is the color of warnings I ignored it stains everything lips you kissed with promises hands you held like lifelines red flares and consumes leaves nothing behind but ash pretending to be warmth I see it in the silence and when I close my eyes how it hangs there metallic, like blood in my mouth

I survived cancer while holding my dad’s hand as he slipped away sold my childhood home worked full-time while grief gnawed at my ribs I did it all didn’t break didn’t flinch and yet you, with your empty words and half-hearted presence you’re the one who unravels me? fuck that, and fuck you.

I talk tough as if ice runs through my veins but your actions this discard, silent and sharp have gutted me like a blade that knows exactly where the softness lives and I will never understand how you could be so cruel

True friends understand grief changes us. They forgive choices made in pain, knowing those moments don’t define us. They stay, without judgment, offering quiet support. Even in silence or mistakes, they see your heart and that’s when real friendship proves itself.

Watching a hawk soaring The freedom Showing off Not knowing That I exist

Hey Blue on Black Kenny Wayne Shepherd 🎶 Blind Now I see music.youtube.com/watch?v=Xy98...

Pretending you are okay only gets you so far.

If someone doesn’t like me, good, less pressure.

You don’t grow by winning. You grow by surviving the shitty parts.

Lately, I’ve been struggling more than I’d like to admit. I miss feeling like myself, I miss being happy. Some days are heavier than others, but I’m trying to hold on to hope that brighter days will come again 💔✨

I am whole with me.

You are not weird. Or strange. Or odd. Let’s strive to normalize our differences and uniqueness. You are you, and that’s all you have to be.

Four horsemen stride forth Brimstone heavy in the air Darkness impales me #myfirsthaiku #scotttriespoetry

in honor of spooky season i now will be ghosting everyone

Gonna eat a cheeseburger for my mental health.

And the horse you rode in on.

But will you be my forever troll?

Beautiful patterns in fall leaves in Minnesota 🍁 #Photography #Photographers #BlueSkyArt #EastCoastKin #Nature #Autumn #Minnesota

Rainy autumn days are made for tea and reading.

A kid handing you a book & asking you to read it to them is the same as being knighted. Like of course. It’s an honor to serve you, m’lord

Okay but hear me out: A nighttime bookstore in which the only lighting comes from lanterns, tea is served to all who enter, there is an emotional support owl in each section, and a buy one / get one free sale occurs during every full moon.

You have to let people love you. He said, mostly to himself, just like everything else he ever said that sounded suspiciously like advice.

I hope you cherish your own self today.

before they are gone, some of my indian blanket blooms❤️

Why be a wispy wooden pencil when you could be a scentable plump magic marker?

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After my cancer diagnosis & double mastectomies the decision to remain flat was choosing my comfort and health over the opinions of people who don't meet any of my needs. Fake breasts that are scarred, that I can’t feel or enjoy, just so strangers can be more comfortable with my body? No thanks.

It was what it was, and it is just that.

It was a dope creek kinda day.

a half-cracked death mask plastered on a scowl split lips obviate condolences with a pan am, #saucer smile sorrow adheres an armour of #rage to a broken being like scales #cling to butterfly wings a warning of shimmering toxicity camouflage from the curious #vss365 #whistpr #emoetry

Golden orange sunlight across a picked cornfield in the fall colors of Minnesota🍁 #Photography #Photography #BlueSkyArt #EastCoastKin #Sunset #Nature #Minnesota