Why am I crying. Kidding. I know why. I really love you and I hope you feel held from over here. I do the same thing on my walks—what does this person want, I’ll give them that.
Thought of Friday eve as me and the kids were making our signs for the ‘no kings’ protest in Fairfax the following day. Mine said ‘No Kings, Yes Nasty Women’ and the necklace I got from you many moons ago saying that too. Love your words, then and now. ❤️
“Maybe it reminds me of adolescent summers in Massachusetts, walking West Concord with my mother in the early mornings. She taught me how to walk. Brisk, determined, unfuckwithable”. Also, and not to undermine your theory, but maybe it’s partly because that was a time when you felt safe and cared for.
"Forgive me." Grateful you say the hard shit. I harbor that feeling as well.
thanks, Kelton.
I'm sending you love and lots of pink pixie dust!
Why am I crying. Kidding. I know why. I really love you and I hope you feel held from over here. I do the same thing on my walks—what does this person want, I’ll give them that.
I love you.
Thought of Friday eve as me and the kids were making our signs for the ‘no kings’ protest in Fairfax the following day. Mine said ‘No Kings, Yes Nasty Women’ and the necklace I got from you many moons ago saying that too. Love your words, then and now. ❤️
Gosh, that was MOONS ago <3
This is beautiful. And why I’m afraid of the ocean.
“Maybe it reminds me of adolescent summers in Massachusetts, walking West Concord with my mother in the early mornings. She taught me how to walk. Brisk, determined, unfuckwithable”. Also, and not to undermine your theory, but maybe it’s partly because that was a time when you felt safe and cared for.