Unexpectedly, he's holding a hand out to Floyd. Floyd looks down at it wordlessly. For a moment he's hit with the memory of a riverbed at the bottom of a cliff, but it's gone before he can dwell on it.
"Let me show you something? Please?" Hickory's smile is small, fearful. But it's warm all the same, and Floyd doesn't have to say anything.
He takes Hickory's hand.
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I took an adderall and went shopping and did my taxes and filled out more disability paperwork and called a lawyer about it and got gas and the mail and I did all of it before noon what the fuck is this what it’s supposed to fucking be like???? Shit is this easy for y’all??? God damn. God fucking damn it I’m pissed I’ve been on hard mode this WHOLE FUCKING TIME????
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my therapist said I'm doing really good and she's so impressed by how well I'm managing my emotions lately 🥹 thank u
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A beautiful friend of mine has finally stepped out of the closet as a radiant she/her. Score one for women, huzzah, we have another win for women! ... And now I am even more frustrated with my college workload lol. It was bad enough being behind on reading & archiving in general, but to be busy when I ought to be getting a friend resources and examples of people like herself by the dozen???
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you have to go outside because that's where the middle aged women employees who call people hun and babe are
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Sunk your teeth into me
Just to see how much I'd bleed
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it's the 14th anniversary of my mom's death today. it's crazy to think that in two years she will be gone as long as i knew her. it would be a lie to say her death hurts as much as it used to, but that's because it's part of who i am now. i'm a person with a dead mother and idk how to be anything else. i carry it into every room i walk into. i see people with their mothers who are twice my age and get angry, and i know that isn't fair. i mourn the person my mother was and i mourn the version of myself that died with her that day. i'll never know how my life would have been if she had lived. i wish i remembered things better, i wish i had asked her more questions, i wish i had spent more time with her. i still can't believe she's dead. i rewlly can't believe it all this time later: she really died.
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