LexxiXhan

What did you cook? One of my best friends, in a small English town, is married to a very cool Polish woman who does amazing things with cabbage and jokes about teaching the pierogi factory in a local village how to do it properly

Even a scare can be traumatic. I began grieving for my mother four years before she died, after she had a car crash that should have killed her, followed by 3 months in an induced coma while the doctors wrung their hands over whether she would recover but chose to give her a fighting chance. But once that grief process is opened, you don't get to pack it away again, because you've already felt the depth of love and pain from a lifetime of memories and unanswered questions, and the grieving process becomes part of how you continue to live with that person in your life. Hugs, for whatever you have felt xx

On the assumption that i won't win, I could be consoled by being coerced into giving the lucky person my undivided attention, adoring them with gentle love and affection, in whatever form they need that to manifest, creating the environment for them to experience every last niggling itch of identity that they can no longer ignore, facilitating their submission to bliss and self-acceptance..even if that just means hanging out and feeling intimately comfortable. PS ~ I'm hoping it's me. PPS ~ I really mean it. I totally want to ethically ***** myself. At myself. You don't stand a chance. PPS ~ although..

Honestly, I think life would feel a whole lot different if Iggy Pop was my mom.

BBC 6Music - I have no idea what parts of the world it's available in.

Strangely, yes! I finished all my running around in town to prepare for my kids coming for xmas, had to cancel a date with a friend to go out to a beach and sing the Seven Sounds of Love to the sea and the sky (but we'll do it later, and more, through working together), just decided to hide my debit card from myself until January, have a head and heart swimming full of me-stuff, people-stuff, and particular-people-stuff, and I need to do some more house-rearranging including unpacking the rest of my kitchen (I've just been using basic essentials since I moved 4 months ago). As much as I'd like to spend the evening writing out my thoughts and processing ~ lighting some incense and putting on my favourite radio station while getting stuck into the kitchen is just as worthwhile a self-care move ❤️ Warm hugs to all who need them, for as long as it helps xx

"And that's why we're thinking, that's why we're drinking, in a bar under the sea"

Update: She ambushed me! In the kitchen, after everyone else was starting to chill from the formalities and festivities. Jumped out and pounced with a 'squee!', and all anxiety just fell away as we hugged one of our long, raw 'us' hugs ❤️ Then we had a *****ing good natter and heart to heart for an hour or so. We're cool x

Puzzled and detached from myself, and not worrying about it. Just letting some 'being now' come through and letting the love and safety of my pagan family wash over me. Light, love, and acceptance to you all xx

They're asking you a question. My last tonight. Promise x

Music that can save your life ❤️ xx

"trying to get home...as another bit shatters, another little bit gets lost.."

I haven't listened to Clannad in a long time ~ beautiful song and beautiful lyrics ❤️

"It's retribution from the supernatural You better watch out cause they're coming to get you When the stars are out there's nowhere to run You can't hide from the witches of Brecon..!"

Sorry, I totally agree 😛

Maybe it's audacious of me to say so , but I love the idea of a platform where it isn't considered audacious for a person to state a well-considered position without dumping on anyone's authenticity.

Granted, you graduate with honours, flying colours, the whole shebang. But then you realise your passion is in another field and you have to start over.. I wish I'd understood who I am 20 years ago.

How do I feel today? How long is the therapy couch..? I'm exhausted, from the non-stop roller coaster of choosing to go into freefall at the end of August. I'm apprehensive, about reconnecting with a group of intimate family-like rl friends this weekend, including finding out whether I've successfully dissipated my misguided sister-crush on one of my dearest, longstanding straight loved-ones. This will be my first xmas with my kids since turning our family arrangements upside down and inside out, and I want my barely-a-home to be a wonderful loving space for our own little family unit. I'm regretful but otherwise neutral that I've chosen ignore and shut out most of my wider social circles from a life I need to leave behind. But I'm leaving a door open, because there is a history of passion, performance, and music that I need to recreate or reinvent somehow, and I might need collaborators.. I'm resigned, that my reconnection with family since my brother died, isn't going to be the source of safety and breathing space that I've been telling myself I need. I'm grateful that I've been able to scrape by, through my own work and a little luck here and there, enough to have this xmas with my kids. I know I haven't done what I need to to ensure I can make it to the end of January, and I need to stop using other peoples' hangups as an excuse not to draw some lines and ask for commitment to mutual goals. And all the while, there's a lovely friendship I want to enjoy and protect and honour, safe from the *****ups and precariousness all around me ❤️

Not my style, but I couldn't resist playing with this sale-price outfit inspired by a certain 80s pop star..

Are you saying Beth's lava lamp isn't real?