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Kate
Hey Fellow Marchers!
Hi!
So I’m not the kind of blog to advertise products, but since there are so many marches occurring all over, I wanted to promote my amazing friend, Shelby, who is making pink pussy power hats!
You can choose either the standard pink hat or her rainbow version. She’s selling them for $15, and shipping is an added charge, depending on where you live. If you’re interested, you can email her at:
smiths5101@gmail.com
Thanks!
(Rainbow)
(Regular pink hats)
Goldilock’s Paradox
Our childhood was filled with swing sets and broken bannisters,
memories made of cement and sidewalk seams.
Broken bones in sepia tones conversed with bruises and scrapes
to match the tear-stained faces in weathered glass windows.
The free spirit facade of childhood hides the conventionality
of the women we’d become, just years down the line.
Social obligations and forced conversations replaced
chalk drawn hands and linen closet hide-and-seek.
The savory sweet taste of gratitude felt palpable,
like strawberry frosted donuts on a Saturday morning.
Tea candles and home cooked meals mean something
different than they did, twenty one years ago.
What if we could set the clocks back, an hour, or two,
to remind ourselves why we do this and who we do this for?
We stumble through life like secondary characters in a Jane Austen novel,
while the Waldorf’s of the world buy their way to autocracy.
Remember that time when sunlight streamed through tangled
blonde curls and perfectly wrinkled sundresses?
It was a moment in life where trust was assumed, but now
trust is a luxury only the deities deserve.
Our childhood was too focused, too lax,
our lives as adults are too fragile and built on baby booming mentality.
A time too insignificant and a time too complex. When would we
solve the equation, where equilibrium finds home on the curve?
The principle of life tells us that there is a moment, between
a childhood too pure and an adulthood too sanguine, when
an infantile euphoria erupts into perfect harmony of
fixed revelation; a moment that is just right.
It is a lie.
Life With Cats.
Adorable little assholes
This puts absolutely nothing into perspective, but that’s not a Bad Thing.
Long Car Rides
- Other people: uh so boring
- Me, a maladaptive daydreamer: oh this is a blessing let me just listen to music and stare at my window while my mind slips away into my alternate reality
I want to be politically informed and educated but I also wanna have a good day and be in a good mood. Do you see my problem?
