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Kayleb’s Coats For Kids My ten year old son Kayleb came home from school and had his last year’s coat sitting on his bed. I asked him why it was there, he said he wanted to bring it...

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Always be kind.

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Thank you!! ❤️

Second time jumping from X to here. Let’s see how things have evolved.

I forget if this was ever fun.

I do this little thing where I believe in people even though they have a history of lying to me.

All the things I wanna say mean absolutely nothing to anyone but me. So why waste the breath?

Don’t drink cheap vodka in bars. Always assume your friends have secretly told the bartender to make everything a double.

I love it when people share a song because it reminds them of me. Good or bad, I wanna know what their perspective may be.

I frequently dream about drowning. Maybe it’s because I’ve been drowning my whole life.

Saying “I’m fine” is the same as saying “I’m just tired” because sure, both could be true statements, but 99% of the time it’s just a lie.

Wholesome. Sorry to pop in your moment. But wow! Wholesome! 🖤

Ever feel tired? I don’t mean like a need for sleep. I mean soul-level weary.

When something feels off, trust yourself. Instincts don’t lie. The sooner we accept that, the sooner we take back the power of letting dumb ass people hurt our feelings.

Where do you go when the world is so heavy? What do you do when the weight of it all comes crashing down? Who do you talk to when the silence is deafening? 

I think I’ve finally figured out why I continue to post here. It’s like screaming into a much smaller void than Twitter. No one sees/hears or really cares. I come here to be invisible. It’s what I do best.

Practically swallowing my tongue to keep the words inside my mouth.

A large utility pole stands in the middle of a sidewalk next to a busy road in a city neighborhood.

Her: You better not be a massive utility pole that blocks all of the sidewalk on Dunlavy Street when I get home
Me:

Me too!

Who up screwing their driver... oh, wait.

I'm gatekeeping bedtime stories. 😉

welcome to my course on speaking to men. first lesson: just say "wrong" in response to everything men say. they love this. you will go far.

My loyalty is to her. No one else.

These should do the trick.

Can I help?