mourning
polygon seemed so sweet from our brief meeting, shy but present, so soft and loving.
in the absence of any photos from when we met, it truly will live in our mind.
rest in power, brave one. 💜
I ran into the sea, got my camera as close to the ground as I could bend, spammed the shutter then ran back before the wave could splash on my camera.
After the Winter, by Claude McKay
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/claude-mckay
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52818/after-the-winter
death at old age
lynn conway died a few days ago, 1938 → 2024-06-09 (at 86).
http://www.myhusbandbetty.com/wordPressNEW/2024/06/11/lynn-conway-january-2-1938-june-9-2024/
her site helped me a lot in my early transition, to see that we've always been here.. and to imagine a life for myself in this world. i'm glad she got to live such a long life.
rest in peace and power 🤞💚
here again! #gpn22
@nachtfunke thx for the dots offset svg pattern :> helped me out makin a lil roomie banner and it looks very cute w it :>
mei is me&i, is me and I,
is plural, cat, , distinct and intertwined
photographs
programs
plays sets
poet
musician
image-editor
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I gave my map away, but it's time to push and pull, change and ~~kill your past~~. Oh... To know the catharsis of loving again reminds us of how much we bled. This heart wasn't made for loving anyone, but now I know where I am. I make my own path.