Wake up to a cool breeze off a shoreline you love

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.

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

Me, arriving 15 minutes late, after already rescheduling three times in six months: I can’t stay long

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

Pre-gaming social interaction with "How To" TedTalks

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.

Beautiful pitch black morning

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

I quit Twitter weeks ago but I still keep sneaking puffs and hoping nobody notices the smell