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gina-nguyen
17/F/Mississippi
I hope you all are doing well! I hope you're all doing well. Happy Earth Day!! I know we didn't get to celebrate today. It's that time of the year again. As you all know, this school year is coming to an end. As you are probably already aware, I hope this e-mail finds you doing as well as can be and staying safe! I kinda miss you guys. I hope all of you are safe and sound during this quarantine. Press F to pay respects [to the seniors]. I hope everyone's coronacation/distance learning is going well. I hope the quarantine isn’t driving you too crazy lol. I have had issues filming the videos for this week. So, it has been a long few weeks. You will probably not be surprised to hear that convention is cancelled this year. I hope everyone is fairing well! I hope that you have been able to get outside some and enjoy the weather between rain storms. Hope everyone is doing well! I hope you’re doing well. I hope you are all going well during this uncertain time. I wanted to check in with you as you are finishing up your third day of Remote Learning. I just wanted to take a moment to reach out and see how you are holding up? I hope you and your family made it home safely and are doing well???
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Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 1:19 AM UTC
quarantine emails
if gays go to hell, then so be it. if holding her hand in a public space brings snickers and nasty remarks about how god is ashamed, tell god i am ashamed of him. if being authentic costs me my ticket to heaven, i didn’t want to take that train anyway. if with satan is where i belong for loving another woman, then with satan i shall be. i would rather love unapologetically than follow those who have condemned me.
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 7:11 PM UTC
better to reign in hell than serve in heaven
ten years ago, she danced as i watched from the crowd. her silk pants and gold earrings shimmered as the sun’s ray hit her tan skin and long, black hair. light on her toes, her body moved like water, bending with the wind. up close, the specks of glitter on her cheeks framed her caramel eyes. we climbed up stone mountains, away from the city, where her beauty blended in with the stars of the night sky.
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 7:10 PM UTC
julie
when our shields fall and time runs out, we have no choice but to battle one another. for days, our armies have trained, our resources expended. we’ve built our crystal walls up high and our archer towers higher. bombs and springs are scattered across the village. our goal: no one leaves unscathed. the kings and queens lead the army. our dragons soar with rage, burning down everything in its path. our troops race to claim our loot and bring home to our clan more trophies and more honor.
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 7:08 PM UTC
prepare for battle
you’ve heard the saying, “when it rains, it pours,” but you never hear how the storm ends, or if it ever does. you never hear that for some, the puddle doesn’t drain, but accumulates to be greater than even the widest oceans. you never hear that what once was a small wave kept pushing and pulling, grew into high tides, and never stopped washing away the joys of yesterday.
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 7:06 PM UTC
high tides
ok, boomer, you fail to recognize how lucky you were when you were our age. you want us to believe the scale of your success when in reality, it was luck. it was cheap college tuition and a booming job market. ok, boomer, you ruined our economy when your business caused our drop in ’08. you kept up your “more and more and more” attitude until it overflowed and broke. where does that leave us? ok, boomer, you continue to neglect climate change that has been pressing on our world for ages. your businesses burned ***** energy and dumped pollutants into our streams without recognizing the consequences we would face. ok, boomer, you criticize our tech savvy generation but you know how it has changed us for the better. you tell us we’ve been blinded by the screens and “if we weren’t on those **** phones so much,” maybe we’d be successful. our level of communication across the digital world is better than yours ever was. ok, boomer, you insist the “good ole days” were gold and society will never be the same but as we change, we accept our differences—hell, we embrace them. your “good ole days” are defined by racism, sexism, homophobia, and more. you are stuck in the past. ok, boomer, times are changing. keep up.
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 7:06 PM UTC
ok, boomer
Looking in your eyes, I say, one last time, “I love you,” Knowing you’d still love me back, For when the night falls, and You retreat back to bed, You will find A letter with no filter, A letter full of confession and “sin,” A letter I crumble time and time again And bury six feet under. Will you accept me, I wonder, For loving another woman? Will you understand, I wonder, That I have not changed? Will you still love me, I wonder, If you knew who I was?
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 7:04 PM UTC
I still love you
for nearly two years he has filled in the place of others offering hugs and kisses to those who need them he lies still in times of chaos and peace observing the scenes unfold. he looks up with his dark, round eyes begging for attention. sometimes, i lie with him, glowing at other times, streams fall down my rosy cheeks and shaky lips onto his soft, golden fur. as i drift away into a slumber my arms hold him tight before dropping to my sides and letting him go. he bounces on the carpet landing on his side he waits through the night until dawn comes again.
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 7:01 PM UTC
arthur the corgi
happiness is when you wake up in darkness only to realize you can sleep another hour happiness is when each paint stroke falls into place and a picture comes to life happiness is when the barista calls your name and you take that first sip of taro milk tea happiness is when she holds you close every chance she gets happiness is when the weather is not too hot nor too cold but just right
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC
happiness
drip. drop. drip. drop. quiet nights, empty stalls, not a soul in sight, but the flow persists, and one by one, the water falls.
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC
dear plumber