i've been invited to write.
i’ve felt the urge to make a call today maybe 10 times.
i’ve never been one to not do what i want. never. ever.
today i’ve not done what i want.
Destructive and irreconcilable
Bananas, Mango, Cinnamon, Nuts/Walnuts, Milk, Potatoes, Diced chicken, Salad, Fruit, Blueberry, Apple, Broccoli, Pam, Tuna, Baby carrots, Tomato, Bell pepper, Turkey ham, Frozen fruit, Bread, Fat-free mayo, Skim milk, Scissors
The reader and the writer.
Nothing more, nothing less.
there’s a blog that I read. If I’m ever in search of a feeling, I know I’ll find it there.
Illustrated with my childhood:
Lil quok: “mom my tummy hurts a lot”
Mom: “that’s great! It means you’re still alive.”
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As long as I’m alive I’ll feel.
Within its recursive nature is where the magic lies. I feel therefore I am; I am therefore I feel.
I’ve been miss-treating my body a bit lately. In protest, I set myself to go back to my (at least!) 5 a day.
I got gifted an ice cream maker. Makes eating fruits a breeze. :)
Whenever I press play on it something tickles within. I get goosebumps all over. My chest tightens slightly.
Maybe it’s the body anticipating the cold. But it’s not that.
This toy is perhaps my most treasured possession today.