My Cardboard Balcony

Well, folks, after a depressive episode earlier in the week, taking a break from cosplay filming for a while, and trying my damndest to get Facebook to stop being a turd, I wound up changing the URL of my blog. It is now belindaroddiescardboardbalcony.blogspot.com. Yes, I know it may mean that, in the slim chance that my blog posts are restored on Facebook, the URLs will be broken. But I don't have much confidence in the Social Media Goliath doing the right thing. So there, Zuckerberg. And so there, whoever reported me. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

Dear Brutus by Belinda Roddie I do not find fault in our stars or in ourselves.  But the constellations  sure look wonky tonight.

Bromans by Belinda Roddie Was Cassius gay for Brutus? Eh. More like a bromance.

You're Hurting by Belinda Roddie You're hurting, and I can't reduce that hurt, but I can make you tea and bring you snacks and fetch your very blanket while you flirt with pain and existential crisis. Knacks for comfort aside, I still can't make it stop. Your tears will fall regardless of my tone or my intent, and while salt water drops, all I can do is hold you, solid stone but warm against you, and tell you I'm here, and I've got you - at least, physically. Will it matter much? Who knows. The spear of sorrow that has lanced into you leaves a scar that I can't cover up with sweet kisses, but I can provide love and heat.

Tune In by Belinda Roddie In today's depressive episode: Is consuming calories even worth it?

In The Kitchen by Belinda Roddie The slim shadow lingers on sticky butterscotch fingers. She sticks them into my mouth - with my consent, of course. I taste more than sugar. I taste black tea and trauma, dried raspberries and desperation. It's like a strange and comforting cobbler.

A New Mutant by Belinda Roddie I didn't know I could heal so fast. Was I magical?