It's an honest to god whimper of frustration.
loss of flimsy friendships?
an ode to MKG
Two ticking lighters fill the silence As does Empty conversation- Music to unholy minds Racing through things unsaid the voices unheard Under the influence of illegal, ill-intentioned, illicit And innocent elixir. Blue strobes and white smoke Red eyes and dim phones Reflecting loud laughs and listless souls Devoid of feeling To fill a … Continue reading Do We Wanna Know
A little writing exercise on a fictitious phobia- mine's a toss up between 10+ missed calls and falling to my death. I write about one.
Finding new ways to entertain yourself is one of the hardest challenges- there's a fine line between doing things out of habit and enjoying them without habit. I'd fallen into a pattern of doing neither, so instead of fixing the hot mess that was my life last Sunday (and still is), I decided to go … Continue reading Peacocks 2.0
My two cents on a phenomenon called Hannah Gadsby and Nanette
I have never felt as much urgent boredom as I did today. It wasn’t that I had finished a stubbornly mediocre semester with not a bang but a whimper, it was only that I was a little caught up in making my own versions of what I didn’t want to do. Today was supposed to … Continue reading The Need for Story
Correct me if I’m wrong but most people like hugs. They might not be comfortable with being hugged at any time and by all kinds of people, but their aversion is not to the actual hug but to the breach of their personal space. I want to be like a hug. Not the uncomfortable … Continue reading Data Points!
I write to my 30 year old self to feel less bad about turning this decade.