birthday

You Are a Motherf*%$ing Force /  by Rebecca Tillett

As of today, it’s been one whole entire huge tiny long quick gigantic short surreal transformative passionate trying wonderful exhausting year since I first got to look into your big eyes, baby
I am still gobsmacked by the strange magic of it all. Strange, shiny, messy, beautiful, incomprehensible magic.

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Gratitude and Equanimity /  by Rebecca Tillett

I’m not sure I’ll ever forgive the 15 years of time that existed between knowing you and loving you; but maybe it’s hollow lamenting not-knowings, past lives you were only a part of in obscure ways, or distances we utilized as justifications to exist separately in the universe. It feels wrong indulging such a twinge in my heart over something that finally submerged me in much needed hope, happiness, love, and fruition, because I’m anything but ungrateful.

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From a Friend /  by Rebecca Tillett

“Happy birthday, beautiful. I know this last trip around the sun was a tough one, but I also know that In typical Becky fashion you persevered. I am so proud to call you my friend.”
— Erika Dunn

Down the Barrel of 32 /  by Rebecca Tillett

“And now ten years hence and peering down the barrel of 32 I’m almost at ease with my age. I’m never fully content with it but I think I’ve grown wise enough to know time marches forward no matter what.”
— R. Tillett