
She looked at me with those unflinching, bureaucratic eyes and said, I’m going to have to keep this. You can’t have both.

All of the sudden, the thing that made you strange becomes the thing that makes you strong.

It warmed my skin like the sun, imperceptibly. This was a ghost ship that didn’t carry me, but thank god.
Spinning Visions was created as an ode to love, art, and other messy things that make my head spin. It is a space for documenting experience and exploring thought. It is also the thing that makes me lose all sense of time and place. You can click here to learn more.
It should also be noted that I probably shouldn’t be telling you half of what is on here, but that I don’t really know how not to.
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