The earth laughs in flowers, yes, but not the clean kind of laughter. It is a laugh that climbs out of a crack where a city forgot to look. Dandelions in the gutter. Poppies along a fence that never asked for color. Tulips that push through late frost and keep their bruises like

The earth laughs in flowers, yes, but not the clean kind of laughter. It is a laugh that climbs out of a crack where a city forgot to look. Dandelions in the gutter. Poppies along a fence that never asked for color. Tulips that push through late frost and keep their bruises like

Changing your life is not a glow up. It is drywall dust in your throat and a calendar you keep even when no one is watching. The amount of locking in it takes will make you feel strange to yourself. You will think you are becoming boring. You are becoming accurate. Morning at

🚨Being avoidant feels safe right up until you realize you’ve built a life where nobody really knows you. You get good at exit strategies. You master the art of leaving before things get messy. You pretend it’s noble – “I don’t want to be a burden,” “I just need space,” “I’m

You text sorry for trauma dumping. I read it twice. I breathe. I answer. You are not a burden. You are a person I love. It is an honor to learn the shape of what shaped you. Tell me the long version. Tell me the ugly edges. You do not have to polish the sentences so they fit in

The toggle is small. A quiet click in the throat of a machine. Turn off AI images. Suddenly the room gets warmer by a degree. You can feel the breath come back into the pictures. Skin looks like skin again. Bread looks like bread again. The wood grain stops repeating like a

Your friends are allowed to want you alone sometimes. That is not a betrayal. That is a love that remembers you before the plus one. It is a hand on your shoulder that says I miss the version of you who tells the long story without editing for a witness. There is a real

@cessonmute Call it “velvet-starved.” Call it “orchid fever.” Horny sounds like a goat, but craving can sound like architecture if you dress it right. Lust doesn’t have to squeak like gym shoes on tile. It can drip, it can shimmer, it can ruin your posture in slow motion.

Your friends are allowed to want you alone sometimes. That is not a betrayal. That is a love that remembers you before the plus one. It is a hand on your shoulder that says I miss the version of you who tells the long story without editing for a witness. There is a real

Picking up habits is the most romantic apprenticeship I know. Not stealing a life. Learning a cadence. I liked you, so my vowels moved an inch toward yours. I catch myself saying right the way you do, soft at the end, like a secret you are willing to share. I liked you, so I

I buy one ticket. The clerk does not look surprised, just tears the stub and points left. I like that. A solo body is not breaking any rule, it is only filling one seat in a dark room that was built exactly for this. The lobby smells like sugar and carpet cleaner. Popcorn turns

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Someone will ask what I did last night and I will say I went to the movies, that is all. They will not understand that a room went dark and I was forgiven for a while. They do not need to. I bought one ticket. The seat remembered me. I remember me.

I buy one ticket. The clerk does not look surprised, just tears the stub and points left. I like that. A solo body is not breaking any rule, it is only filling one seat in a dark room that was built exactly for this. The lobby smells like sugar and carpet cleaner. Popcorn turns

@lettersfromjuno Some people don’t touch your body, they hotwire it through your ears. The room tilts because a sentence clicks into a lock you didn’t know you had. Pupils widen, jaw unclenches, your whole spine leans in. It feels sexual because your nervous system recycles the same wiring for

If it is a free trial, let it be free. Do not ask for my card like a bouncer at the door to a party you call generous. If you need my number before I know if I want you, you are not courting me. You are betting on my forgetfulness like it is a slot machine with my name on it. I

If YOU think they are handing you a fake number, that is the softest no the world can manage. Take the hint. Leave the night without dragging it behind you. You can usually feel it before you read it. The way the smile goes a little glassy. The name spelled wrong on purpose. The

Picking up habits is the most romantic apprenticeship I know. Not stealing a life. Learning a cadence. I liked you, so my vowels moved an inch toward yours. I catch myself saying right the way you do, soft at the end, like a secret you are willing to share. I liked you, so I

I thought I loved the statue. Then the statue stepped down. The pedestal was dusty. Your shoe was untied. You laughed in the wrong place and covered your mouth like a child who feared the room. Something in me exhaled for the first time. Perfect asked me to admire. Imperfect

I hope what comes into your life is gentle to you. Not soft like a lie, gentle like clean hands. The right weight. The right temperature. The kind that asks May I before it sits. I hope the morning is kind first. 7:06, kettle clicking, light making a square on the table that