first and foremost, not the woman next to me at La Colombe (home of what I consider to be the best Coffee Shop Coffee – my home Nespresso is supreme) calling someone ugly because of “bad teeth”. whore
I refuse to be doing that at 68 years old
ridiculing someone’s appearance is ugly
ok, channeling positivity…
(PMSing)
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channeling…
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channeling…
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*a cote of doves passes by overhead cloaked in gingersnap-scented winds, dropping purple irises in its wake*
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inspo:
women in power
compliments by strangers
Goldie’s courage
naked nails
being lucky enough to closely witness people pouring energy into their passions
sweaters over mini dresses
smelling like this come October
bleached arm hair (by many an outside day spent)
the small yellow leaf piles that are gaining momentum
bouts of low-inspiration (which annoyingly provide clarity, patience, perspective and grace. eyeroll)
all shades of brown
listening to a song on repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat
a mother’s love
wine spritzes from sally
Duo (the owl)
soldiers of any kind (well, ones on my side)
the beach at the conclusion of summer sun, heat & energy
stripes
gayness
magazines. & The Magazine
plums: taste & color
older sisters
color theory
the precision of my Canon
the idea of wielding my laptop’s keyboard as a direct link to my brain
espresso tonics
boy friend groups
tall boots sans pants
my best friends + the ones on the outskirts
not feeling the need to explain myself
not weed
vintage coats, frames and Halloween decor
you, reading this.
thanks
if you made it this far I owe you a coffee. message me and we’ll set up a date. just not Starbucks
bonus points if it’s Post-by-dove. I’ll even take carrier pigeon. then i’ll get you a croissant too