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Just around the river bend πͺ¨π§πΏ https://video.nostr.build/14c280e1e59813691d3aa884c89a27fd79bcedc8615f81eb440236ac4d0989fd.mp4
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Nice.π
Haha yeahβ¦
After spending so much time alone these days, I forget sometimes when Iβm in public that youβre not supposed to talk to yourself so much π
Honestly I mostly just bust out laughing randomly
One day my first year in college, I was standing in line for food. There was this cute girl in front of me. She looked nice and interesting. I loved how she was dressed, kinda weird but fun, with this sweet blue-green coat on, and her haircut. Which reminds me now of Uma Thurmanβs in Pulp Fiction, but kind of an ashy blonde. Or was it pale blue? I forget.
Anyways, I was just noticing her and how cool she seemed. I thought I might like to befriend her, when I realized she was talking to herself. Like a full, somewhat paranoid, but intelligent conversation with nobody.
It freaked me out a bit, and I remember thinking, βschizophrenic.β
It changed the way I saw her, alarmed me a little, and I looked away. No longer wanted to be her friend.
I realize now she may well have been communicating with higher dimensional beings, or her higher self, or her telepathic lover, or whatever, and I should trust my own gut instincts (I was drawn to her energy, pure and simple. what really matters) instead of societal judgments and propaganda.
She was totes my people! By my people I mean alien
Do you talk to yourself?
Breaking my heart open has been the most excruciating experience
Itβs tempting to stay guarded and want to close down after pain
But the gratitude I have for the limitless Love I feel emanating from my own heart β¦
Priceless
Thank You, The Universe




