Substackers!!

I did a post on Instagram today and people began asking me how I cope with my depression. And hell yeah, I'm happy to do a full newsletter about that but for today, on the cliff edge of valentine's day, I wanna focus on one way I cope. That way is a person, I think. By I think I mean, I don't know because I've never met a person like this. I've never had anybody cause so much joy to radiate from my body or make each day mean something. And I know how lucky I am to have this. And I know not everybody does. And I know I'm not really saying anything but this is exactly what she does to me. The more time that passes, the better poet I become yet the poems for her are harder. Words simply aren't capable of such justice as describing what she means to me. I guess coping mechanism number one, love. It doesn't have to be a partner, it can be friends, family or even a pet but find something you love and love the shit out of it. It helps me and it could help you. Happy Friday.

I feel. Immediately. And sometimes that is too quickly. Sometimes, a little thought goes a long way. But I forget this in the moment, so I wrote a 3x3 about it.

Bigger poems: a disclosure

I know there has been a lack of longer poems lately, they are returning next week 🙌🙌🙌

Gif O clock

This is me, being an adult. 100%

A band with Friday in the name

If you don't know this band you should, Friday Pilots Club. MAD DOPE.

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