it’s a sort of culture of inclusion and safety to be allowed to be free without worry of being judged or scrutinized for what you look like, or what you dress like, for the parts of your body that might show— the ones that aren’t usually revealed no one looking…

all I hear is the sound of traffic— cars whooshing past… right here, my little window to the world lets it all in —it clouds my head and makes me hate the road …I’d rather live near the airport than on a busy street because at least the sound of machines in…

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I can walk uphill, but it isn’t pleasant I can sleep through the chaos, but it’s bad for all my dreams… I’ll discuss the stupid bullshit and entertain your trivialities but don’t expect me to become this — to wear clothes such as these — I won’t… because this really isn’t…

I am jogging through the hills behind my former high school and I push myself harder to numb myself from intrusive thoughts… if the body is under physical strain, the mind is hamstrung — the worries fade… I like when I can go for several blocks and not see a single soul… it’s…

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went to a local museum and saw some paintings on the wall… loved the quiet peacefulness of the place, if only all creative works were looked upon with such reverence, it might be a world I’d like living in much more… I enjoyed the captions displayed next to each piece — it’s…