My thoughts. You're welcome.
I know, I know, who asked? But you're in my house & I am the captain now. In a few years, when I'm annoyed at everything I wrote here, that's just my cross to bear. It's my perpetual honor to hate on the stupid shit I said back then.
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Being openly evangelical about the passion of my life again.
In other words: What gives me all this audacity?
Beautiful people, we have a sincerity problem! (read: Abigail poorly disguises another long subtweet directed at herself.)
In which Abigail makes everything about love again, because it is.
Thanks for asking! Um, no, obviously not.
The cure for limerence is simple, not easy. Let's talk about it.
Where I largely just tell myself what I need to hear but I pretend I’m doing it for you. Someone’s gotta do it, sorry!
The title is a joke. This is how I read poetry. And I have much fun reading poetry, so maybe there’s something there. God bless & do your own thing, of course.
My final word (if such a thing exists) on a topic I'm sick of talking about. Girl, you already know!
Don't be for everyone, or about everything; unpacking what unites the poetry I love & hate; the choice to break what is known.
Being openly evangelical about the passion of my life again.
In other words: What gives me all this audacity?
Beautiful people, we have a sincerity problem! (read: Abigail poorly disguises another long subtweet directed at herself.)
In which Abigail makes everything about love again, because it is.
Thanks for asking! Um, no, obviously not.
The cure for limerence is simple, not easy. Let's talk about it.
Where I largely just tell myself what I need to hear but I pretend I’m doing it for you. Someone’s gotta do it, sorry!
The title is a joke. This is how I read poetry. And I have much fun reading poetry, so maybe there’s something there. God bless & do your own thing, of course.
My final word (if such a thing exists) on a topic I'm sick of talking about. Girl, you already know!
Don't be for everyone, or about everything; unpacking what unites the poetry I love & hate; the choice to break what is known.
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