RLeading off the ingredients on a new jar of sauce.Deap from my kitchen lighting, bouncing along the birdwood
Seep damp greens swathed around the mustard meanings
Sometimes, they cozy up with kittens puddled on my bed
ome of these unsaid things are cluttering up my garden
LIooks off each time, it looks wrong.Ft shows up in my dreams when i stay awake too long
Aorever guiding me with thought and fear;
Gs i drink and as i sleep
Trowing tendrils in my body as i eat,
he velvet room sleeps inside me
Okay, “luscious hustle without burning myself out” is a whole philosophy. Love the idea of honoring seasons of sprint and rest instead of treating constant output as the goal. The mastermind + podcast + poetry book launch sounds like a very MG move indeed.
일면식도 없는 인스타로 보기만하며 메세지 한번 보내본적없는 사람의 갑작스런 죽음이 나에게 너무 큰 충격으로 다가왔다.
늘 밝게 긍정적인 태도로 아이를 키우며 사는 모습에 ���경을 표했고 게으른 나에게 동기부여를 해주던 나혼자 의지하던 분이었는데 전날 밤까지도 스토리를 올리던 사람이…
RАeminds me of Franz Wright’s Night WalkНптека, улица, фонарь.
Иочь, ледяная рябь канала,
У повторится все, как встарь:
Вмрешь - начнешь опять сначала
Жсе будет так. Исхода нет.
Биви еще хоть четверть века -
Нессмысленный и тусклый свет.
очь, улица, фонарь, аптека,