on Generational Trauma – the Infinite

a POV looking downward at two feet on a sidewalk. the pavement is painted on the right with yellow arrows pointing downward, and scratched into the pavement above the feet is the phrase 'i tried'

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great, this again.

Posted by Nix Kelley

Do you ever believe something about yourself so hard that even proof doesn't change your mind?

a dark-haired man with a mustache in a short sleeve white shirt is sitting on an old wooden manure spreader, holding the reins of a pair of auburn Belgian workhorses. a young child sits next to him turned away from the camera. another child faces the photographer with a big smile.

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the promises we inherit

Posted by Nix Kelley

One day, my descendants can rest in the shade of the trees I plant.

sapling with five red leaves on a forest floor

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I’m your mother and your father

Posted by Nix Kelley

I want to love deeply without assuming that all the pain is mine to endure.

comic drawing of a fox, eyes closed, while wind blows leaves past, with the text 'it fucken wimdy'

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the eighth day

Posted by Nix Kelley

SHOW ME ON THE TREE WHERE CHRISTMAS HURT YOU.

a pink paper heart ripped in the middle, hanging on a red and white striped wire against a black background

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I dream of disappointing my mother

Posted by Nix Kelley

I had a bad dream which was trying to be a good dream, but it was a bad dream because none of it is true.

oak trees silhouetted against a summer sunset

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adventures in a chosen family

Posted by Nix Kelley

We do our best to balance the needs of the many against the needs of the few (or the one) — thank you Leonard Nimoy — and this means that sometimes, saying no w...