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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 on December 29, 2022 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment

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 on December 11, 2022 by Nix Kelley / 1 Comment

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 on August 27, 2022 by Nix Kelley / 2 Comments

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...

a four-panel webcomic featuring a mouse and a bird. in the first panel, the mouse says 'nothing is perfect.' in the second panel, there is a closeup of the bird who says 'what about the beauty of nature?' in the third panel, there is a closeup of the mouse, who says 'I AM nature.' in the fourth panel, the mouse says 'and yeah, I'm beautiful, but I make mistakes.'

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I tried so hard and got so far

Posted on June 16, 2022 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment

I can do my best but that never means it’s going to have been enough to keep the monster under the bed from escaping so that it can’t eat anyone.

a black and white photo of me as a baby on my mom's lap. she is looking at me and smiling, and I am laughing.

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born into it

Posted on June 3, 2022 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment

I can still remember eight or nine-year-old me, asking my dad a question that was heavy on my young heart, hoping for an answer that would help me: why do we do...

closeup of two people holding hands, palm outward, washed in blue light against a red background

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the sound of angry people

Posted on May 27, 2022 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment

Anger is exhausting. Rage burns in us and sometimes we burn too. Rest where you can.