Big Ass Blog
by Small Ass Minds (with big egos)
Category: Uncategorized
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jesus christ this post pales in comparison to the phenomenal (hah, pun! just wait for it) writing of my small-minded peers (they’re not small minded, they’re brilliant, it’s a reference to the blog name). but I’ve been wanting to post something, i’ve thought about this a lot lately and also over many years prior, and…
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I know you love me, Mom, but do you like me? Mom, do you remember the abortion you had four years ago? I was twenty years old at the time, but I still had to deal with the nervousness and embarrassment that I had before your surgery. In the post-surgery observation area, other women who…
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Dear Bamby: After I got my diagnosis for ASD, it took me several days to think it through. In conclusion, I decided to blame you for many things. To begin with, I have never truly resonated with any love song, and romantic films bored me. But had you been in my life, I cried every…
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breathing in, breathing out breathing in breathing out It is 5 pm on a tuesday breathing in and out in this hospital room with her smell but not her usual smell the chemical smell of all the products she had been taking for the last four months breathing in and out a machine is beeping …
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authors note: the topics in this are a bit intense. features references to mental illness, intrusive thoughts, and an attack on a friend of mine that sent me into a nervous breakdown. if you’re down with that, read on, if not, i’ll catch you in the next one.with love, p.s. no allegations are being wagered…
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When COVID-19 came into our home, it came with me.I was coming back from work, carrying a heavy truth on my chest, so heavy, I could barely breathe.I had always told them to be careful and stay safe because I didn’t want to get infected and have to take time off work.I loved my job…
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waves crash rhythmically against the shore, drawing in and out, breathing with the earth. if you listen carefully, you’ll hear the tinkling of small stones rolling against one another as they are dragged back to slumber on the ocean bed.two pairs of shoes lay in the doorway, haphazardly kicked off at the end of a…
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some people wake up feeling bad about their night because they drank too much or whateverI feel bad because I went home two minutes after the party began yesterday eric told me you were my friendsthat’s really nice it’s new to me: friends I remember I used to have some in high school I remember…
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authors note: the poem itself is at the end, but it’s all sort of almost a poem. i hope you like it, equally it’s fine if you do not xo —— How do you continue when everything in you wants to stop? When your brain runs a million miles per hour, but your heart stands…
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by hajrah i don’t know where to start this story other than with the fact that coming to london was the first time that i ever got onto a plane in my twenty-six years of existence (yes, for those of you who i’ve been fortunate enough to interact with before, i will even now remind…
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