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Houston Hyatt

I’m buying a 4 dollar coffee in the hotel lobby of the Hyatt fucking Regency Using money provided by the organization sponsoring this whole excursion, Carrying no cash, Attending a conference on working with youth experiencing homelessness. I only exist in this opportunity because once, I slept on the streets. Once, I knew the uncertainty… Continue reading Houston Hyatt

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some thoughts on loving oneself, or, how i got drunk on a thursday night in october

Someone told me recently that I am really mean to myself. It might have even been me. I read a Khalil Gibran quote yesterday, he said, “God told me to love my enemy, and I obeyed and loved myself.” loving myself. I still don't understand what that means. I made it to 31 years of… Continue reading some thoughts on loving oneself, or, how i got drunk on a thursday night in october