(I thought it would get launched, for sure!)
(No Room For A Saint – Dom Dolla ft. Nathan Nicholson)
On My Terms!
“First time back in a raquetball court since before my accident – and it felt GREAT ripping myself apart as I chased that ball!”
(Gonna paayyy for it, thoouuggh)
Safe Passage
“Having her for all of those years and helping to redirect her instincts to capability of adapting to city life probably saved her life – as I reflect on hearing what happened to some of her precious litter mates.”
Spiral Incandescence
Maybe we could learn how to trust again, together.
OH You Think I Might –
“BE A LITTLE PTSD TRIGGERED???!!!”
(Like That – Sleep Token)
I Now Know
“What happened to me, and why.”
Downward Spiral
He refused to see her symptoms as an indicator that something was wrong – and instead saw them as decreasing her use’s value to him so that she could be more easily discarded.
The Power Of Love
Admittedly,
“I have been unable to take my nutrient support powders these last couple of days to help combat the deleterious effects from the toxin fumes inundation.”
Desperate Times
The Mitigator
“‘You’re vibing, on those things…you need to stop having hope for the future.”
Hearts’ Haven
Residences can change and tides can shift…
In our love is where we belong.
That’s The Thing
She did not want shallow and temporary.
Tell Me
If I’m safe, yet…
Have I found my home?
Come On
Come On, Come On…
No Display
Hiding under covers with you
The Source Of You
Crawling over each other’s skin
Looking for a way to get into
Shock
“Where I’ve sought housing shelter, I don’t belong…
And this seems to be a repeat thematic.”
Have Garden
“Will travel.”
“It’s too late for me, now – I am al-tered”
(Credit where credit due: Title of Sleep Token lyrics)
“Skip A Bit, Brother”
Never Light A Fire
“Under a phoenix’s arse.”
Let’s Play
“‘Connect the dots…'”
Do You Ever
“Get tired of being pushed around?”
“For The Greater Good”
“One thing about having a weapon…its use must be considered carefully.”
Wrath
I can’t seam to speak – from a mixture of emotions too complicated for easy expression…
I think that rage would be the foremost pressing in my throat, coiling in on itself protectively as my instincts seek where to strike back most effectively.
(No More Mr. Nice Guy – Alice Cooper)
It’s Time
“To fight back.”
Big Cat Meows
Gettin’ Into Good Trouble
“Rescuing plants that are about to die at a deep discount price.”
It’s A
“Double coffee day – ‘The PAAAIINN!‘”
(“Dune” original movie quote)
“A Favorite”
“Post Worthy”
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(Armageddon – Blind Love Music)
The Answer
Clownin’ A ‘Round
WEEEEEEEDDDSSSSS
“ACCOMPLISHED!!!!”
Slippage
“I’m not panicking – you’re panicking.”
(No, I’m panicking…)
Egregiously
“I have now learned that if you eat canned salmon, you will smell like canned salmon – in ways that you do not wish to be.”
Carboxyhemogloben
“Test.”
My Dearest,
I am trying to push back, Love.
I am trying to overcome.
Canned Salmon
“It turns out that I like it, whereas I had thought that it would taste disgusting.
Although it is a bit over salty.
But not as much, likely, as sardines.
And some nutrient within it tranks me, which I find to be most helpful – indeed!”
Loading Up
“On powdered nutrient supplements to combat smoke fume toxins.”
I Am
“An impatient woman.”
Finances
“I don’t know where I’m going to go, or how I’m going to get there.”
“It Lingers”
Fumes On A Brain Injury
She knew what she was doing and had identified the unscented lotion correctly to refill the unscented applicator.
But afterwards, she found that she had somehow, instead, refilled it with lavendar – which then initiated an internal panic chain reaction.
(Close-in object identification tracking going haywire)
Hysteria
“Bouts of giddy physio meltdown crisis reactions.”
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