Birdie Falling(she/her)
@birdie-falling
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Born in a Philippine fishing village, Birdie is an NYC professional who attends formal dinners while pretending she isn't familiar with shark diving or sneaking into diplomatic functions. So she writes stories inspired by her secret lives. With often unlikeable characters. Ally and 100% goofy human (no genAI).
A thank you to this community and elsewhere for helping us raise over $1,000 for immigrant legal aid in Minnesota through sales of this anthology. My sister says the stories are "funny" and "touching" and my high school crush says they're "slutty" and "sexy." ❤️ www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-minnesotans-g…
I am here (or will be soon) just suing my insurance company love yaaaaaa.
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2Fun fact: I returned to writing in adulthood because asylum case work got far, far too depressing. And I got into horror because, on the whole, it might be the most true-to-life genre. But I also love romance because your girl can dream i.e. disassociate.
"because we are stronger than them, their force, their vampire lust for all our flesh and effort"
May Day May Day We're Going Down I Mean Up
A.P. Murphy"Bald cypress, green feathers in my hands as I gaze upon flora beyond my own swamp? No, wait, start again—"
LS
Any Sufficiently False Start is Indistinguishable from True
Lee SummersObligatory cat pic on this fine spring day, featuring my eldest whom we helped rescue in Beijing when we lived there. He was a street kitten! Now he commands me to take him on walks and heat up his food. His psychic (yes…) says he likes his food a very specific temperature…
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3"It is quiet, except for the hollow ringing of water dripping steadily, far away. We do not hear the rattling of the rave music upstairs, which is good because I’d rather not learn the sound of the metal shell casings around us, rumbling in their cages to the music’s bass."
Leaking Belly
Birdie FallingIt was an NYC half marathon kinda morning. Tiring the body out helps keep that brain quiet (positive). 👐🏽
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5"There was a garden inside her of overgrown grass and uneven walking paths floating over thick mangrove roots and mud puddles. The mud water rippled where the ocean tide swept in to dance with fresh water from her deceased grandmother's forest."
Scorched Temple
Birdie FallingGetting to chat about our independent press and its goal to support writers adds more meaning to these events. NYC.
Happy Lesbian Visibility Week (as a bi friend). Grateful to all you lovely folks creating community and a friendly place to land.
I can't speak to everyone's pain. I can speak to mine. Holding onto it is a slow death. I can drown in it, yes. And once I pull myself to shore, I can revisit it. It can be a temple in the garden, even a lesson, but I cannot let it block my path. The road is too long. Half marathon this weekend. If you love me you'll send bananas. Banana-based prayers will do. ❤️
It is possible seven espressos on this day may be too many espressos on this day. But according to @lknesse today is two Tuesdays in a trench coat so that’s really just 3.5 espressos.
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1Gentle reminder to be kind to yourself. Writing is a difficult endeavor and this is an adventure. Also I just spotted typos in my posts so off to jump into a cold lake because my traitor brain says those rules on being kind don’t apply to me, myself or I. 🫠😆🥲 (Don’t worry we’re all good and brains are just weird.)
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Have I mentioned lately just how enjoyable reading all of your work has been on here, and how badly I wish work would stop bothering me so I could read more.
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2"Where leaves unfold with no doubt about whether or not they have a right to sing to the sun."
LN
I Can't Fix The World, But I Can Grow Plants
LK NesseThat big work in progress is big work in progressing. Share a snippet of yours? <3 “In the field terraces of Lapu-Lapu, built in layers on the cliffside, laborers toiled at harvest. As they worked, they sang, and their melodies were in turn carried by passing villagers until one summer day when Kin caught it in a breeze. Of all the things of the past that had burned and broken, it was a love song that survived.”
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