I’m okay. The fire hasn’t reached me but I can see it from my balcony. I don’t think it’s going to get over here.
I moved out of the area that’s burning a few years ago. My elementary school is burning down on the news.
My heart aches for Thousand Oaks and Agoura Hills, the towns I grew up in. First a mass shooting and then a disastrous fire in less than 24 hours. This is just too surreal.
Sending so much love to the families who lost their homes. I can only imagine what they’re going through.
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On falling in love with your gay best friend 💖
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here’s the stuff my mama taught me: there’s iron to bind the fae, throw salt over one shoulder and never wait for a man to fix you - get AAA but know how to change a tire, use tape or a knife or running water to open jars, stand on whatever you need to in order to reach the top shelf or else just don’t put things up there, and never put your man above your friends or soon you’ll have neither, baby
i wrote you love notes in sugar packets, told her i was so crazy for you i’d cut my hair off she said god i hope not i tore open the jar of my body and carved out whatever home you’d lick up, crawled on knees and changed myself until i was flat by the roadside, hated the cliche but called the devil to me
my mother picked me up off the kitchen floor. she said: here’s where to put the spoons but maman my heart is in his hands and he is a vice and i am the moon put salt on watermelon and brown sugar in tuna but maman i taste nothing and this world is nothing without him here’s how to fold a napkin but maman i can fold into nothing but him and him and him
she shows me how to sew. how to leave out milk. how to set a smile.
she presses the handle of a knife into my palm. “And when all else fails, my love,” she says, “Chop something up and move on.”
I mean……good job for passing a bill to prevent it…..but….the fact that they had to create a bill……..baffling
Gotta be the loudest birb!