When in Doubt, Do the Dishes
Or make a playlist
Do they even love you if they don’t make you a mix?
Creating and losing things I didn’t know I truly wanted. And Joni sings about paving paradise, and not knowing what you want until it’s gone.
So, feet up. Advil. Warm soup. Sleep. Rest repeat. Until it has run its course.
Do you even love yourself if you don’t make yourself a mix?
Arriving late to the party for Sofi Tukker. Stumbling upon a French band1 2 that sounds like early-2000s The Rapture. Dancepoprock.
My tarot card of the month is the 2 of Cups.
It feels like a cruel irony. My (menstrual) cup runneth over.
But I’m reading. Diving into stars into my pockets that another suggested. Hard to read (perhaps not the best Delany to start with) but Gender Roles! Information! It’s the first time I think I’ve read the word “misinformation” in a science fiction novel. Or at least the first time I clocked it. I’m looking forward to our conversation.
And I’ll heal eventually. Things only have meaning if you let them. And you do as you believe.
heart,
kelly