wrote on February 25, 2026
at
9:03 pm
Always got a time slot at Good For You podcast like a mug pouring over its edges. 🍻❣️
APRIL 🍎 30
Museum Therapy 🖼️
TFC ⚽ Rapids
The Chaos Princess 🐰
Bribing Aliens 😉!
This is T.a.p.e !
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wrote on February 25, 2026
at
9:03 pm
wrote on February 24, 2026
at
2:36 am
MH 20 is going to be so good 🤩
wrote on February 23, 2026
at
1:40 pm
Tim Cook is preparing his resignation letter.
wrote on February 23, 2026
at
8:58 am
Now that the Winter Olympics are drawing to a close, Miss Einstein will probably embark on a Royal Tour across Canada, celebrating the triumphs of Team GB.
wrote on February 23, 2026
at
3:31 am
Have you heard the news that Siri and Gemini are about to rub their buttholes together?
wrote on February 19, 2026
at
12:14 am
POV: Martians visiting Earth and catching me during fashion week ☺️
wrote on February 17, 2026
at
1:53 am
I Love a lunar muse
A lunar muse arrives like a shortcutive spark, bright, quick, unforgettable, carving its glow into your mind. 🌛
Makes you crave and want to step into the role yourself, playing as fire meeting its horse. ❤️🔥
Dreamt we were on a squash court, fire and horse rallying in a rhythm that only exists at night, the kind meant to be taped and replayed. 😘
But then the alarm dragged me back to the solar world. 🥹
Good Morning & Cheers 💚💚
A lunar muse arrives like a shortcutive spark, bright, quick, unforgettable, carving its glow into your mind. 🌛
Makes you crave and want to step into the role yourself, playing as fire meeting its horse. ❤️🔥
Dreamt we were on a squash court, fire and horse rallying in a rhythm that only exists at night, the kind meant to be taped and replayed. 😘
But then the alarm dragged me back to the solar world. 🥹
Good Morning & Cheers 💚💚
wrote on February 16, 2026
at
1:42 am
Consistency is overrated, darling.
Every Lunar NY I’m reminded that the lunar calendar is basically the rebellious cousin of the solar one. It’s shorter by about ten days, refuses to line up neatly, and shows up each year with a completely different vibe. 🌛
Lunar New Year always feels fresh. Nothing repeats exactly. Nothing drags. It’s the calendar equivalent of someone wandering into your neighborhood with fireworks and whispering,
“Let’s make this year weird enough to wake you up.” 🎇
And leaves a romantic lingering tape for you. Honestly, I’ve been thinking.. maybe our relationships should’ve worked a bit more like that too. We all have those ‘solar’ parts of life; kids, responsibilities, cities that we are stuck in, and all the heavy stuff that keeps the world spinning but also keeps us in the same trapped orbit. Predictable. Rigid. Repeating. It is unique and I know you can’t outsmart someone who’s lived inside that cycle long enough. 🪢
But then there’s the lunar side of life 🌠
The part that lets you breathe again, shake off the dust, and remember you’re allowed to feel alive. Even if you’re carrying diamonds or obligations, you can still choose a new rhythm. 🥹
You can still choose lightness. 7️⃣
Which brings me to… well, us ‘You + I’. Or whatever version of ‘Glassford + You’ still lives somewhere between your memories and your conscience. I know you’ve been hesitant, maybe even guilty, like you’re carrying around this old patient of yours, someone who depended on you, maybe too much, maybe too obsessively. 🗼
Someone who probably should’ve been filed away in your early nursing methodology, but somehow, he’s still alive in your mind, floating around like a ghost you never invited. Maybe it’s because he survived your pediatric bed… and even your relationship therapies you were never licensed to give. 🩺
But here’s the thing: that patient grew up. He’s not fragile anymore. He’s not stuck. He’s only asking for a chance to step into the lunar side of life with you:
Weightless, fun, unburdened, and maybe a little ridiculous in the best possible way. 🫧
So here’s to the Lunar New Year. To change. To short cycles and shortcutive people that don’t take 365 days to repeat and refill. To the possibility that destiny sometimes loops back not to trap us, but to give us a second chance at the version of life that actually feels like living. 💝
If the universe is feeling generous, maybe this year brings us back to the best parts of what used to be.. like a filter that softens everything except the truth.😘
Haapy Lunar New Year. May it pull you gently toward the lightness you’ve been missing. 🎠
Every Lunar NY I’m reminded that the lunar calendar is basically the rebellious cousin of the solar one. It’s shorter by about ten days, refuses to line up neatly, and shows up each year with a completely different vibe. 🌛
Lunar New Year always feels fresh. Nothing repeats exactly. Nothing drags. It’s the calendar equivalent of someone wandering into your neighborhood with fireworks and whispering,
“Let’s make this year weird enough to wake you up.” 🎇
And leaves a romantic lingering tape for you. Honestly, I’ve been thinking.. maybe our relationships should’ve worked a bit more like that too. We all have those ‘solar’ parts of life; kids, responsibilities, cities that we are stuck in, and all the heavy stuff that keeps the world spinning but also keeps us in the same trapped orbit. Predictable. Rigid. Repeating. It is unique and I know you can’t outsmart someone who’s lived inside that cycle long enough. 🪢
But then there’s the lunar side of life 🌠
The part that lets you breathe again, shake off the dust, and remember you’re allowed to feel alive. Even if you’re carrying diamonds or obligations, you can still choose a new rhythm. 🥹
You can still choose lightness. 7️⃣
Which brings me to… well, us ‘You + I’. Or whatever version of ‘Glassford + You’ still lives somewhere between your memories and your conscience. I know you’ve been hesitant, maybe even guilty, like you’re carrying around this old patient of yours, someone who depended on you, maybe too much, maybe too obsessively. 🗼
Someone who probably should’ve been filed away in your early nursing methodology, but somehow, he’s still alive in your mind, floating around like a ghost you never invited. Maybe it’s because he survived your pediatric bed… and even your relationship therapies you were never licensed to give. 🩺
But here’s the thing: that patient grew up. He’s not fragile anymore. He’s not stuck. He’s only asking for a chance to step into the lunar side of life with you:
Weightless, fun, unburdened, and maybe a little ridiculous in the best possible way. 🫧
So here’s to the Lunar New Year. To change. To short cycles and shortcutive people that don’t take 365 days to repeat and refill. To the possibility that destiny sometimes loops back not to trap us, but to give us a second chance at the version of life that actually feels like living. 💝
If the universe is feeling generous, maybe this year brings us back to the best parts of what used to be.. like a filter that softens everything except the truth.😘
Haapy Lunar New Year. May it pull you gently toward the lightness you’ve been missing. 🎠
wrote on February 15, 2026
at
12:35 pm
Umm feels like this place is calling my name. Fingers crossed it's open for Family Day 🤠
wrote on February 14, 2026
at
7:42 am
Swans can glide on still ponds, serene and unchanged, beautiful to the eyes. But not enough for the human heart. 🤕
The heart wants a living spring. A purity fed by inflows and outflows, blessed with the ability to drain from the sides and the bottom.🫠
This is the shared destiny for both the swan and human soul. 💐
We don't just hold love, we let it go, refresh it, work the edges, renew it and invite the comets into it. 😇
The heart wants a living spring. A purity fed by inflows and outflows, blessed with the ability to drain from the sides and the bottom.🫠
This is the shared destiny for both the swan and human soul. 💐
We don't just hold love, we let it go, refresh it, work the edges, renew it and invite the comets into it. 😇
