Watercolors I, a photo by Madame Meow on Flickr. You left these behind. Saving them for a rainy day that never came. (because rain is afraid to fall in an…
Happy 235th, dear America. You know what independence means to me? It means not cowering in fear. It means coming out of the shadows. It means understanding that I am…
Who Doesn’t?, a photo by Madame Meow on Flickr. I declare that I have no idea what this photo means, above. I’m lying in the statement above. I think that…
Rossylnesque, a photo by Madame Meow on Flickr. Think of these heavy days and of the thick late spring air –with its smoggy tang and its wetness– and tuck it…
Sleepless in DC, a photo by Madame Meow on Flickr. Staying up figuring out rapture be damned since I’m already in hell but not really.
Possibly the sexiest meteorological event, because snow is kind of cold and bulky and no one ever thinks of having slow and incredibly steamy sex while 110-mile-per-hour winds are destroying…
I want to disappear a lot these days. Sometimes I wish I could run away and not look back. Then I remember that I have wanted to be the kind…
One Hundred Eighteen/ThreeSixtyFive: Spring Underfoot, a photo by Madame Meow on Flickr. Do you know what a reciprocal birthday is? It’s a little thing I kind of made up to…
I am not 100% honest on these posts, I feel. Instead, they end up being a random amalgam of whatever is on my mind– which turns out to be a…
I am currently surrounded by a horde of loud, squealing children who are amped up on pack mentality, budding hormones, and spring. “Just the kind of scenario to scare those…
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