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reigning mess
i used to write all the time, until i fell inside myself
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the flat smells like freshly ground coffee, we’ve just stocked up the fridge ahead of making a big ole chilli for tonight, and I'm wrapped up in my teddybear coat on the couch ahead of a masterplanning admin session where i attempt to put the wrongs of some of my colleagues to right.
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I’ve been thinking a lot about what I want and where my drive comes from. Feeling both inspired but like it’s time to do a bit of resting.
After coming home from working all around, I know just how in love with Adam I am. I feel closer and closer to being ready to settle down. But I also know more about who I am as a person / as an individual. I know more about my sexuality now. He’s let me be who I am, and I know in my heart I’m both his partner/my own person.
Feeling clear. All the vibes.
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had a chilled day at a spa. that was neat. heads in a swirl. so excited to polish off my mountain of work and go on holiday on friday.
would love a night out on the town, getting drunk in quiet corners, spilling secrets.
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i’m totally caught up in you. i feel like i’ve just woken up from a dream state that felt so close to reality. it could have been but it wasn’t. and now i know for sure. what i’ve denied for so long feels so clear now, and i am so grateful to have this clarity.
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when someone you went to drama school with lands a lead role in a new tv series and your strongest memory of hanging out with them is taking them home after a night out, and passing out after locking the front door.
“can you let me leave now?”
sorry. guess i'll see you on pbs.
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“Do you know who Kurt Cobain is?” he says. In front of me is a couple. A man is on the left and a woman on the right. We started to talk about the weather and we’ve ended up here. I ask myself whether his question has been posed to me because A) I look too young to know, B) He wants to assert his position of power in the conversation as knowledge holder or C) The alcohol in his system is taking its hold. He tells me he toured with Nirvana. He tells me Kurt was a great guy. He tells me it was so sad. He shows me a photo of a group of men wearing matching shirts. I’m told, “That’s Nirvana and that’s my band.”
Standing in a corner shop, an arm is placed around me and a hand grabs my ass. I lean back and look at the boy touching me. I see the face of a guy I went to school with and hear the voice of a drunk. He tells me I look really sexy tonight. That I’m looking good. That I’m looking tight. I laugh and say thank you but step back. He says, “I’m being serious.” I laugh and tell him to stop. I laugh and say, “No seriously, stop.” He tells me, “Come on,” and I tell him, “I’m not interested”. He reminds me that a few weeks ago I added him on facebook and asked him how he was doing. This drunk man looks at me, his eyes looking into mine, and he tells me that, “I want it”.
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It can be as simple as having to ask you to repeat a question. Perhaps I need you to explain what you have just told me again. Maybe I push you to use different words so that I can understand. Maybe when I speak I don’t say much at all. I won’t speak. I try to speak and nothing comes out. The words just don’t seem to jam in the right sort of way.
A sort of stutter. A sort of saying without saying anything. A mouth movement and a sound that doesn’t quite hear. A sort of beginning which isn’t quite a beginning because it all already feels like it has begun. This is a becoming.
It can be as simple as having to ask you to repeat a question. Perhaps I need you to explain what you have just told me again.
This is a becoming. A becoming of what was but wasn’t and a sort of grand old status update on the unconfirmed. A big bit of not really nothings but sort of somethings.
The thing that never came.
A greeting that doesn’t need to be spoken and a hello which isn’t said. I am moving and you are moving and there is a moment when our paths cross and we both aren’t sure what is said. What is being said. What is being said?
Both you and I know in this moment that something is and has happened. Something existed that hadn’t before. We made. Made in a moment a something between ourselves so infinite in possibility that it is almost like nothing could have been.
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