Miracled bread doesn’t taste nearly as good as making it the old fashioned way ✨

Yellow days

After four years, my therapist said, in her beautiful Serbian accent, "Congratulations, my dear. You've graduated therapy." As much as I love her and will miss her gentle wisdom, I feel proud to say she's done all she can for me.

In the beginning, she told me I would need to learn to allow my "negative" feelings to come in, to hold them, but then most importantly to let them go. It felt ridiculous, impossible, because at the time I was like a tar ball and all emotions stuck to me like dirt. I felt helpless to fight them. Anger, disgust, impatience, jealousy, fear would disrupt all my circuits and fester.

Now, I don't know whether because of my age or genuine maturity (about damn time) or the influence of my wisest loved ones, those "negative" feelings land briefly like butterflies and leave on a breeze. I don't remember making the change; it just happened.

She didn't consider my anger to be a failing or unjustified. My best friend said the same thing. Hearing that from the wisest people I know took the teeth out of the monster I thought I was.

I used to keep track of my moods in a little dot-grid journal. Blue for depressed days, aqua for anxious, red for angry. Green for normal, yellow for happy. For years, so few green days, almost no yellow.

I can't remember the last day I had that wasn't good. They're all yellow days.

They take a stroll through Chinatown, and Crowley buys a bunch of tulips. It has nothing to do with Aziraphale taking a special detour on the way just to show Crowley the tulips blooming in the park. They're not for Aziraphale, he just wants Aziraphale to hold them so he can jam both hands in his little pockets, and then he'll conveniently forget to take them when they go back to the bookshop. And somehow they'll stay mysteriously in bloom for a month.

After the flood, the butterflies of Mesopotamia flourish, and come to perch on a thoughtful demon.

Aziraphale offers bok choy to the cute dancing lion. Who's in the back of that thing? Muriel, is that you?

Aziraphale in demonic drag to match angel Crowley from a few weeks ago. He certainly makes an impression 🖤

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My beautiful, compassionate, wise, wonderful friend @33v0 (they/them).

The hand position is the dharmachakra mudra, which brings balance and harmony, and understanding of eternal change. Dogwood for the great affection we share. I love you, bee 💛

Happy Valentine's in the year of the dragon! These Malaysian "love letter" cookies are a lunar new year treat 🍊

Can't get ENOUGH?? There's more romance for you lucky bees!

I imagine Crowley that night in 1941, making peace that he’s never going to see Aziraphale again, content to share a last dance before they sit down for a drink and Aziraphale reveals this his sleight of hand has saved both their asses. In those moments before, maybe he had no regrets, as long as he was holding his angel close, hand in hand, moving in time.

Are you craving more dance romance?? You're in luck!

I imagine Crowley that night in 1941, making peace that he’s never going to see Aziraphale again, content to share a last dance before they sit down for a drink and Aziraphale reveals this his sleight of hand has saved both their asses. In those moments before, maybe he had no regrets, as long as he was holding his angel close, hand in hand, moving in time.

So when you have a total hysterectomy, it sends you into sudden menopause. So far this hasn't been bad for me -- I've been in a good place mentally and emotionally -- but the hot flashes are no joke. Worse because it's been very chilly by Hawaii standards, so my skin will be freezing but internally I'll be a blast furnace. Hormone replacement therapy should help that, and I'm looking forward to the other side effects.

A common question: are the orgasms different? Everyone's bodies are different, but in my case? Nope. Just as good.

Oooohhh my GODDDD

I imagine Crowley that night in 1941, making peace that he’s never going to see Aziraphale again, content to share a last dance before they sit down for a drink and Aziraphale reveals this his sleight of hand has saved both their asses. In those moments before, maybe he had no regrets, as long as he was holding his angel close, hand in hand, moving in time.

I imagine Crowley that night in 1941, making peace that he’s never going to see Aziraphale again, content to share a last dance before they sit down for a drink and Aziraphale reveals this his sleight of hand has saved both their asses. In those moments before, maybe he had no regrets, as long as he was holding his angel close, hand in hand, moving in time.

Berries for us meeces 🍓 💚

(@33v0 and I)

Drag angel 🩷

ghost trick is like you were never alone actually. even in the scariest moments of your life there was someone who wanted you, someone who was fighting for you, even if you didn’t know it. ghost trick is also like loneliness is not permanent. there are people now who have no idea they are waiting for you, but one day they’ll love you so much that they’ll reach back into that time you were so alone and smooth their hands over that hurt until you remember how to grieve for yourself.