A drained swamp
knuckle tats reading THEY THEM
feeling a little better, day by day
i'm at work in a cape
it's pretty good
my brain feels like such mush
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i'm back here surrounded by all the objects that are mine, and constantly trying to compress compress compress it all into a smaller physical space. this is all evidence that i have existed, yet it is worthless without me. i don't know where i end and my stuff begins. i leave it for weeks, sometimes months at a time, but come back to it.
i try not to keep things that don't give me joy. most of these things give me joy.
but nights like this, i wish it wasn't there.
oh no my wanderlust got bad because i spent all day riding my motorcycle
anyway i highly recommend being self-indulgent when you get space for it, it's good for you
Hey I'm gonna be looking to hire a web designer soon, someone who's also aware of trans healthcare stuff and trans social justice in general, boost please I'd love to look at any portfolios or hear from people who might be interested.
this memory of climbing stone walls to get into the courtyard of an abandoned house in a tiny village tucked away between the highway and the mountain, deep in sichuan. my cousins watched me with fascination because they would not have been so bold. i opened the gate from inside and they brought my father in.
he didn't think that was the exact house he was born in, but he said it was very close. no one in the village recognized his name.
i don't want to just toot my own horn but:
i spent some time scrolling through ttbp entries (mine, and others) and i am so glad i made this thing. i am so glad other people use it. i am so glad it's creating this space where people let themselves be vulnerable, exuberant, mundane, banal. it seems like magic. it's just some python stitching together text files from people i barely know.
i love you all <3