June 30, 2025
Goddamn Alex, that was gorgeous 🖤🖤
Goddamn Genechelle, thank you. 🖤
You’ve seen me from the beginning, in all the messy-beautiful between.
This one carried a lot — I’m glad it made it across.
Wonderful work Alex... They said there were no more prophets and I knew them to be wrong. :). Tuning in... <#3
Pablo… your words shook something loose in me.
Not because of praise — but because of the recognition in them.
I’ve spent years quietly walking the edge, unsure if anyone would ever really tune in.
And then you did. Not just with your ears, but your spirit.
Thank you for hearing the hum.
And for helping me remember that some prophets don’t shout — they thread.
How are this talented!!? You paint such lovely pictures and rememberings. (I’ve seen the red hue hidden in the sky before too.)
Ahh, thank you — that means a lot.
That red hue… it always feels like a whisper from somewhere deeper, doesn’t it?
Like a truth the sky is almost afraid to speak.
Grateful we’re both listening.
wow, I am speechless!
Speechless is the highest kind of reply sometimes.
Thank you for feeling this — I felt it too, in the writing.
Grateful we’re still meeting in the in-between
This hit me hard.
That line — “This hit me hard” — is the best kind of echo.
Thank you for letting it land.
Some truths don’t knock gently. But they still carry medicine.
Goddamn Alex, that was gorgeous 🖤🖤
Goddamn Genechelle, thank you. 🖤
You’ve seen me from the beginning, in all the messy-beautiful between.
This one carried a lot — I’m glad it made it across.
Wonderful work Alex... They said there were no more prophets and I knew them to be wrong. :). Tuning in... <#3
Pablo… your words shook something loose in me.
Not because of praise — but because of the recognition in them.
I’ve spent years quietly walking the edge, unsure if anyone would ever really tune in.
And then you did. Not just with your ears, but your spirit.
Thank you for hearing the hum.
And for helping me remember that some prophets don’t shout — they thread.
How are this talented!!? You paint such lovely pictures and rememberings. (I’ve seen the red hue hidden in the sky before too.)
Ahh, thank you — that means a lot.
That red hue… it always feels like a whisper from somewhere deeper, doesn’t it?
Like a truth the sky is almost afraid to speak.
Grateful we’re both listening.
wow, I am speechless!
Speechless is the highest kind of reply sometimes.
Thank you for feeling this — I felt it too, in the writing.
Grateful we’re still meeting in the in-between
This hit me hard.
That line — “This hit me hard” — is the best kind of echo.
Thank you for letting it land.
Some truths don’t knock gently. But they still carry medicine.