“Hey big brother,” Emilia lingered in the door way of the hospital room. Every time she had gone to see him before he had been resting, but this time she had been lucky enough to catch him awake. By now for sure he was aware of what she had done in regard to the Russians, but hopefully he would hold off on the disappointment until after she was able to assess how he was doing.
Spock smiling, that's all. Well, I mean we can't ignore the fact that his pon farr was cured when he, uh, thought he killed his bestie... I'm not one to kink shame but... I got questions.
Today I was feeling kind of terrible so each class seemed increasingly long 😭 halfway through I really considered coming home but decided to have class on the floor for the younger kids and that helped a lot. It’s crazy we have to sit at tables and chairs honestly… who made that rule? I notice they always behave so much better when they’re sitting on the floor for some reason and are so much more distracted sitting at their desks 🤔 what a mystery 🌿
What are the odds that the sun gives me cancer.
That the moon remains shy. That a droplet snuffs
my candle. To stop what I can’t on my own. Blocks
on blocks on blocks. I move makers, not mountains.
Anchor to light til it’s crowded then still crave it after.
Don’t mind the feels. I’m bones. I'm flesh. I'm splitting
an image of god. Don't call home for a second opinion.
Just talk slow to my dog. Next week we'll go to Virginia.
Text me, I'll send you a picture. I still wish you were here.