Swipe Left On Perfection
Oh, Just another 40 year old AuDHD woman with a lot to say….after maybe a side quest or two.
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2026 I hope the coming year unfolds softly, not yet defined,With gentle light on all the roads I’ve been too scared to see,May quiet courage walk beside the doubts that crowd my mind,And every closed, forgotten door swing open just for me. I hope I trust the timing when the timing feels all wrong,When plans…
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🤯🫣🫢🫠 Today, an email popped into my inbox from my first boyfriend, when I was 18. Gene. We haven’t been together in decades, but he’s always been one of those people with a near-photographic memory. In his message, he recalled tiny details from over 20 years ago—what I wore on a specific afternoon, the way…
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A poem of reflection – Christmas Eve #2025 This year began with a ghost in my chest,a name I wouldn’t stop whisperingto a door that never opened. I tried to make a homeout of someone else’s aftermath,not knowing I’d walked into a storythat started long before me. I was the reboundin a heart still crowded.They…
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There’s something magical about taking a tiny corner of your world and turning it into a place that feels safe, cozy, and completely yours. You don’t need a huge room or perfect Pinterest aesthetics. With a bit of intention (and some clay, pony beads, books, pens, and makeup organizers), you can build mini “safe havens”…
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The year unravels, thread by thread,pins but thankfully no deadlines in my head.Chalk dust on my jeans, Uv light in my eyes,trying to juggle overtime, earthquakes, and unpleasant skies. I’ve baked resin under kitchen lamps,tiny galaxies in silicone, or wood held by clamps,perlers pixel by pixel, each square a vowto make my own patterns from…
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Being a raver and being neurodivergent can both feel like living with your brain’s volume turned all the way up. Bright lights, loud music, social energy, emotions, sensory overload… and then on top of that, ADHD, autism, anxiety, or other neurodivergent wiring that already runs hot. A dedicated crafting space isn’t just a cute aesthetic…
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I learned to meet myself in the mirrorwithout flinching at the way I glow—all angles, all sudden weather.I am awkward, and I am kind.I am the sum of my sparks, and I carry them now firmly. Hyperfocus is my lighthouse:its beam cuts a path through fog and doubt.I aim it with care, swivel it toward…
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Night 1 — Warm, Wecomingwith one personal hiccup My friend TayTay and I showed up to our hotel around 4:30pm. We had a little bit of time to relax before getting ready for the first nights events. And even with getting settled in, we still missed the first two opening artists. Night 2 — Tough…
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I lost my voice in the afterglow of bass,Subtronics stitching madness into midnight music, drops carving vowels out of me until my mouth held only thunder. By morning—Voiceless, blankets, soft light on the wall—I lay still, taken care of like a vinyl in velvet,coffee cooled on the nightstand, laughter at the door,and somehow it was…
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I count heartbeats in purrs,dose myself on whiskered chemistry—soft paws kneading my chestuntil oxytocin opens like a window.I need nothing here,but the universe feels owed to me anyway—not in gold, not in thunder,only in the right to breathe without apology. When I see animals, I become water.A doe tilts its head, and I spill.My cats…
Swipe Left On Perfection 