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yesterday was robert’s birthday, so we went to the o’s game. i love this city. birdland forever. 🧡⚾️

i’ve spent most of the week crying over space, artemis ii, & homosapiens. 🥺

easter weekend at the farm 🐐🐷

or so my guy walt whitman claims. some days, i think i believe it.

today marks two full days back at work and it already feels like a week, so i’m posting this from patterson park where i dragged myself to touch grass.

my partner and i spent new year’s eve in brooklyn with a friend we met years ago via world of warcraft. most of the days spent there were in a state of pure cozy—thick, warm socks, soft pants, and warm sweaters were the “dress code”—and it was the nourishment i needed.

the “to be loved is to be known” quote kept running through my head this week, and i’ve always struggled with it because it only ever tells you what it is and not what it’s like. the other night, there was a eureka moment while sitting on my friend’s couch, and it finally clicked. in those moments being known feels like a wide, open space has opened within myself, in the person, and in the room around me, and anything i say will only be met with kindness, curiosity, and compassion. in those moments, i feel the safest and bravest i’ve ever been.

good morning from me, my current read for queer book club, and this blueberry maple cinnamon roll from my local bakery

a very happy bookmas!

i spent most of august feeling like i was losing my mind but somehow managed to read 4 books (also all from the library)!!! 💃🏼