For most of my life, it has seemed like the people who have claimed to love me have loved what were ultimately illusions. Some loved my masks, my performance personas, the art I’ve made from the ashes of my self-discovery. Some loved my blossoms when in bloom but quickly became confused and withdrawn when I… Continue reading Thoughts on love
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Yesterday, I believed I never would have done, what I did today.
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“The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them.” — Stephen King