Don’t Wake The Dead x Salt Life

Queer

I hate sounding cliché. & this is probably gonna sound cliché as hell, but 2023 is definitely a year of change. Good change. Well…I guess all change is good. Idk if I can speak for that for every single case/person, but the good change? Yeah that’s that shit I’m on.

Ok but Wtf does this have to do with the dead?

Every-fucking-thing.

Because there are a couple people in my life, with all love- I choose not to resuscitate the connections.

Excavating the same grave

& expecting new life

When only toxicity is resurrected every time…

Connection 2:

2022

with her was…bird food.

& because of my very strong like, allowed myself to be breadcrumbed

Succumbed

To lust

& pretty potential

When in actuality

reality: this toy was shiny

But still a gun.

Capable of

An inescapable fog and inexplicable buzz

But.

Love

And Saturn returning me to center.

Shadow work and

Two names on parchment and

Let it burn 🔥

What is dead, is no longer

That’s what the fuck I call higher learning.

Return of the Yet-eye

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The folks that are sent to us are on purpose, yes. Meant to be a prominent part of our lives forever? That’s gonna be a hell naw. & the moment I realized that, shit made so much sense. & my ability to let go of relationships? Hmm, let’s use connections, instead. My ability to accept things and situations for what they are…what they present themselves to me as…as opposed to obsessing and overthinking (please don’t get me wrong-with this many Virgo placements, overthinking & overanalyzing will occur) But I’ve gotten way better about acceptance. & not placing every connection in a box or category.

Connections sometimes have disconnection. Sometimes they last *momentarily* like…a couple months, type shit. & it really can be a fun, fulfilling (for all that it’s meant to be) connection that was simply that:

A moment in time. I really wanted to say a wrinkle in time, but..yeah you get it.

Lemme even use my own self as an example. I had this connection with this fine ass gyal. She was down to earth, not afraid to be goofy/silly, had great taste in music, food, art, film, etc…..and loved the beach/water. All good tings (for me/to me-because you know, to each their own) and we had fun as we keke’d back and forth.

You wanna know thee biggest takeaway from that connection that actually inspired this post? This

She was on the boat one day and had this tumbler. I was like damn this thing keeping your shit ice cold for hella long. Well. Long story short I got myself one and it has been my favourite ever since. I absolutely love this thing. I take it on dives, I take it on lil road trips to the other end of the island (its contents may vary) and use it when I’m lounging around and just drinking some of my fave freshly brewed hot teas.

This tumbler? We were meant to be forever. That connection with the gyal? mmmm, not so much, lolol. But we good tho. Aint no feelings; hard nor soft. Nothing lost on either part because there weren’t any superficial…hm is that the word I wanna use…no expectations beyond how we connected in those moments. Give thanks. All things align.