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CoffeeBreath
CoffeeBreath
F “best way to clear the air is to have it all out in the open.” - a. f.
white spider black cotton we’re in your home now grey squirrel heather polyester we’re under your home now blue bird blue jeans we’re just visiting
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Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 5:21 PM UTC
tiny spider
my room no longer feels like my own boxes are strewn across the floor but i can’t get myself to unpack them because this just feels like a visit only a stop along the way everything is temporary maybe that’s why i can’t empty everything out this time around because my fear is that this time it is permanent
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Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 12:30 PM UTC
permanence
i’m sitting scrolling through Instagram taking a 5 minute brain break from my grad class work about urban education policy which breaks my heart because education policy and initiatives in urban school districts don’t take into account poverty unsafe living conditions mom working 3 jobs just to put food on the table and keep the lights on violence drugs all of which are exacerbated by the pandemic we’re in right now all i need is 5 minutes to escape from that but as i scroll all i can see is ****** death sadness rage another unarmed back man was murdered by white cops another cry of “i can’t breathe” another child died of starvation another plane crashed another trans woman of color was murdered another kid committed suicide another animal was shot so someone could have bacon for breakfast another black man was harassed by a white woman while birdwatching in the park another woman was beaten by her husband while quarantined together all i need is 5 minutes to escape the ****** death sadness rage that’s everywhere i’m just tired everything i’ve seen today has broken my heart everything i saw yesterday broke my heart and the day before that and the day before that and the day before that how can i help make change if i’m so **** tired all the time?
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May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 4:16 PM UTC
compassion fatigue
4pm cold brew always seems like a good idea at the time on top of the world senses are heightened cat-like reflexes are activated spidey senses are tingling colors have taste but that 4pm cold brew turns into 2am anxiety and overthinking mind running in every position on all of the the 4x1 teams at states “if only i hadn’t said that” “what if i just gave them what they wanted?” 2 turns to 3 (tears slowly stream down temples; eyes glued to tracing patterns in the ceiling) 3 turns to 4 “where did i go wrong?” and so on finally the sky turns purple eyes close crows caw the sun is here to say “hey” (eyeballs burn under closed lids; jaw clenches) time to start your day
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 11:27 PM UTC
4x1
i never really thought an almost stranger’s second floor apartment could make me feel at ease it was a houseful that night but even after almost everyone with a long drive home left it still felt ***** even though i barely knew anyone who stayed if it were anywhere else i would have stayed bottled up all night and left when they did even though i live ten minutes away but something about that place and the almost stranger who calls it home made me feel more comfortable than i have since coming to this new place not even my space feels like that
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Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 12:46 AM UTC
thank you, k
i has a dream i was running feet pounding on the ground (left right left right) breathing just hard enough to be uncomfortable (in out in out in out) arms hanging low swinging just enough to help propel me forward i felt so free striding down the road and onto the trail dodging roots and rocks jumping over fallen trees soaring down hills flying across the woods i felt so free just the earth and me
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 12:27 AM UTC
run
waking up alone is something i never thought i would experience but it happened we stayed up talking on my futon until 2am but neither of us realized the time because we were laughing more than i think we both laughed in a long time and you told me to stay with you on my ****** futon for those few hours before the sun came up but i made up a ******** excuse about not being able to sleep outside of my own bed probably because i didn’t want to let myself feel what i knew was real what you told me just minutes before we kissed to see if we felt anything and ********* i felt something i wouldn’t have kissed back if i didn’t i should have stayed with you on the futon maybe i would’ve slept maybe i wouldn’t have woken up alone with just a note on the futon
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Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 11:17 PM UTC
waking up alone
choose love and joy and happiness and love and hope and love and joy and hope and love and love and love and love
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Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 12:02 AM UTC
and love
i just really need to kiss someone feel that thrill and excitement of what could come next i just really need to cuddle with someone feel the closeness and intimacy of being close to another person i just really need to hug someone feel that comfort and relief of having someone else’s arms around me i just really need to be close to someone just to feel another person that physical feeling of touching another human being no strings attached
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Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 12:39 AM UTC
a tuesday night in february
i love snow days sleeping in, a pancake breakfast (or brunch), working in my pajamas, watching the quiet and still world out the window nothing beats a snow day until you have 3 of them over the course of a week or so (with a weekend in between) and you live alone then i start to feel like jack torrence
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Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 10:10 PM UTC
snow day