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As per concerns of the day: my IG handle is ptothemtothep. Instagram = awful tho so I v rarely use it. But let's not speak of sm. I am sometimes in the forest or by the sea. Frankly, there is no reason to find me, but those would be the best places to do it
Was thinking it might be quite nice to tweet into an abandoned ether where it will never be read and then remembered that is called journaling
Feeling comfortable with being underestimated is a superpower. Pride goes before the fall not because one is chastised by the universe but because pride is a horrible strategy. Ego is vulnerability; self-confidence is at ease. Maybe. I just woke up.
I watch the back of your head and wonder what you’re thinking. It’s just the two of us, there’s nobody else around for miles. Which makes me wonder why you’re fully stopped at this yield sign
Me: After I arrive on site tomorrow morning, I'd like to get a full day in.
Client: Oh, didn't you say you'll be arriving at 11am?
Me: ...yes.
Me, arriving 15 minutes late, after already rescheduling three times in six months: I can’t stay long
Goth boy nodded at me like we attend the same meetings. An undeserved honour; I’m merely a v pale person in a black dress and black stockings and black knee-high boots listening to The Cure as I enjoy the cloudy day on the outer deck of a ferry upon the Bay of Fundy
Grief arrives in waves, crashing upon solid banks of gratitude, then receding mercifully with a hush. The waves will come again, and again. It's a very big ocean.
My wonderful grandmother, Vinna M Pierce, passed this week. Gratitude for her infuses the heartbreak. I've shared of her here before, and will do so again. Right now, even:
