LexxiXhan

That was lush, in the Welsh sense x

Stop sign

Granted, but the moment you pick the bluberries your only wish is to feed them to the birds. And Freenus becomes many things.

Granted, it does. But try as you might, you cannot bring yourself to see it. I wish my trying to be fruitful.

Granted, but only through finding meaning in meaninglessness. I wish I made sense sometimes.

Please don't.

Granted, all road salt is Kosher from now on, but in the meantime you found true meaning in staying where you are x I wish the rest of this, would pass, like they say it will, in the meaningless memes.

Granted but she decides to take up mime and get in your face with her latest performance ideas instead. I wish I had an extra 20 hours of casual-work that I could fit around my kids and business each week. Or an extra 8 hours of business clients, of course.

self care

Survivors of Suicide Transgender Resource Centre Transgender Hate Crime and Suicide Memorial

Living Memories Memorial Garden

That sounds wonderful, to be honest..

I'm just relieved, grateful and exhausted! The day has gone better than I dared hope for, and the girls have been awesome. I love cooking for them, well, cooking in general, and managed to pull off a lovely dinner despite my terrible, ancient, electric oven and hob. The energy and concentration of keeping everything and myself together has wiped me out, so I'm going to go for an evening nap and hope I don't just sleep straight through until morning.. And I even had some sweet, unexpected gifts from my daughters (aged 8 and 10):

*turns bright crimson* !!! Aww, thank you Gopi! xx And there are sims I want to donate to - including a memorial one that had me in tears reading other peoples' tributes to their loved ones recently ❤️

Defeated. Done. Living regardless xx

More like it.

Someone *****ing stop me!

"i'll be thinking of you...holding you softly"

The band in pyjamas is *****ing adorable ❤️

Before Midnight (slt + whatever)

Wishing you whatever you need to get you through. Love and light x

Bliss has been a word that I've had to turn to, time and time again, in my journey towards becoming who I am. Euphoria, to counteract dysphoria, has come in unpredictable short, sharp bursts, often like a beating I needed to let me be able to look at the stars, and find enough relief and acceptance of self to keep going. Looking at those glimpses has been painful at times, when they've represented a sense of myself that has felt unattainable but oh-so-worth-living-for! At the same time, bliss for me can be a few moments of quiet amidst the noise of interaction, the half-awake time between sleep and my alarm clock, a hot bubble bath and no-one to answer to.. So, name your Bliss, if you will x

I once spent a wonderful few days in Wrocław, for the wedding of the brother of an ex partner. So I experienced the whole many days experience of a Polish wedding, including a day spent at the home of the bride's parents, with her father's smoked meats and home-brewed vodka, the older women observing the new match with approval, the offering and sharing that said 'this is who we are' x And the city was another story, a cross section of cultures, meeting Ukranian friends with newfound Polish family, with language barriers being something just shrugged aside and solutions found.. And this, I remember well. I raise my glass to you xx

Many years ago, as a gigging musician, I played at some huge, posh fundraiser at a 120-roomed mansion in Somerset ~ Iain Duncan Smith was the guest speaker, and this was the kind of event where they all trusted each others' privilege and foibles enough that any of us was close enough to change history, if only we'd known what he would go on to do with his career..